I was thinking about my birthdays. I tried to remember as many specific celebrations and gifts as I could. I didn't come up with many. I can remember a few; the year I got my ears pierced (my mom gave me a box with two holes in it and said I could put the holes wherever I wanted. You wouldn't dare say that to a budding teenager nowadays); the year I turned 34 and went hiking alone in the mountains lamenting at how young my mom was when she was diagnosed with cancer; the past few birthdays celebrated with The Mister. All in all, for having had 44 other birthday celebrations, I really don't remember much about them.
There was nothing about this year's "celebration" that was remarkable, but I suspect it is one I will remember for years to come. My dad and Judy were here. By a conflict in schedules, we had them all to ourselves for a weekend and it was that quiet, reflective, conversational time that I always treasure. Jacob and his girl were here as well. As much as I love that child, I love his girl, too. And having them here, with my dad and Judy was an extra-special treat.
The day was completely my kind of a day. Homemade breakfast; farmer's market for fresh veggies and a chat with growers; an amazing meal off the grill prepared by The Mister; and a decadent dessert. The best part? A full table. The Mister at one end opposite me and many of my family members all around. Laughter, smiles, inside jokes, generational perspectives and love. Abundant love.
The gifts were all special and each one is appreciated and treasured but the time is priceless and unforgettable. I am so very blessed.