Today is nearing the end of my love’s birthday. She’s celebrating a birthday that is a multiple of ten, and I think it should be one of the sweetest birthdays that you have, though my Mom says they only get better as you go.
It’s been a rough day for both of us and I wish I could have made it easier, but part of it is the roof being replaced and part of it is loving but sometimes difficult relatives who have Opinions, and part of it is just that this birthday is a traditionally difficult one for most folks.
But she’s soldiering on and being good about being good to herself, and I hope that she looks back and finds that if not today was the best day ever, that one of the days this year becomes so, and I hope she’ll let me celebrate with her.
And maybe she’ll let me pay for some extravagant dinner to be shared with good friends and good company on some other, less overall stressful evening.
Happy natal anniversary, my love.