Well another birthday has come and gone. It's interesting to me how with the birth of a child your own birthday gets less and less significant. I want the birthday attention too. I want the birthday party, the friends, the cake, the presents. It's just like Christmas only it's just for me. My daughters birthday is next week. Yet, from my mother I get the answer that she's bringing my card with her when she comes for her granddaughters birthday. No card in the mail and no explanation as to why nothing arrived. I waited the whole week for a card or two in the mail thinking a brother or father or mother would remember and send a card. Nothing. The whole week I waited and all I got in the mail was a card from our Auto Insurance person.
I give extra credit to my hubby who planned an informal party with some people we get together with every week. I got a few cards and some lovely gifts from a great girl. Then the big day arrived on Sunday and my honey took me to dinner. He bought me flowers and did his best to make it a great day. He had to pick up the slack where the other family dropped the ball. What would I have done without him? I did cry... and he held my hand and loved me through it. He listened and then helped me curse my family. :) Ha...
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