So, my birthday came and went.
I picked up the kids the morning of my birthday and they didn't know. I felt bad, knowing they would feel bad they forgot. I told them on the way to school that we would make it a great day.
After school they came home and hid out in their rooms and made lovely cards and gifts. We had a nice dinner. Together. The five of us. They sang a rambunctious happy birthday. We snuggled. We wrestled. We giggled.
It was a lovely night.
A lonely night.
A friend dropped by a gift during the day. It was the only one i received. It was special. That simple knock on the door. A hug.
Posted by Jess at 10:56 PM Permalink
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Isn't it strange how lovely and lonely can coexist together like that?
Happy Birthday.
One more holiday down, my dear.
Posted by Loralee | October 18, 2007 12:16 AM