So, I get whine-y every year in January. Christmas is over just when I am starting to enjoy it. Everyone including me has to go back to work. It gets colder day by day. There are new years resolutions to develop. There is reflecting on the past 365 days that must be completed. And then there are the birthdays. We have several family birthday's in January, and one of them is mine. Grump grump!
To be honest, I am delighted to be another year older. Delighted to have time and opportunity and another year of life under my belt and in front of me at the same time. I am proud that I am mostly healthy, and that I don't have to take a ton of pills, and that I am eating reasonably - and so I have made it another 365 days.
And to be TOTALLY honest, I am just not happy to be another year older. I look in the mirror and am not delighted - though my body has been very accomodating. I have so much work to do to make myself healthier, younger. Ah geez.
But of course, THIS YEAR, I had fallen and broken my elbow - and consequently, was particularly grumpy and fussy and just not happy at all. My birthday came around and all I wanted to do was stay in the house and never leave. My dearest romantic Mr. Bryant came home from work and brought me roses and wine. He poured me a glass of the wine and put the roses into water.
He brought me ice cream.
He hugged me and told me we didn't have to go out, but that he really wanted to get me some books for my birthday, and would I go to the book store with him? He was so very sweet that I said yes, and he helped me get presentable to the world and into a coat (sort of) and off we went. It was great to be at Barnes and Noble and we both went off to various stacks to browse. Mr. Bryant called me periodically to see if he could come and carry my books. :)
He bought me books, and then dinner, and made me laugh, and held me close when we walked (so I couldn't fall and break my other elbow).
When we got home he gave me wonderful cards - and then he said he had a surprise for me above the garage. We went up together and he gave me the best birthday gift ever - a new rocking chair.
We had looked at these chairs at the Stickley store last year, and I had mentioned that I wanted to start purchasing heirloom furniture for our children and grandchildren to cherish. So now I have begun, thanks to Mr. Bryant. He has started us out, collecting the wonderful furniture that we can love and cherish in our family for a long long time.
Thank you for the wonderful happy birthday, baby.