Being the youngest of such a large family, I was given an unrealistic and fantastic standard each year on my birthday. That's me on the left with our resident clown Bill and my late sister Kristie. I think this was my 7th birthday. I was always made a big deal over and lavished with everything I could want, which proved to be a hurdle to jump in my adult years. Many people close to me have had to deal with my ridiculous expectations, and for that I apologize. As it turns out, I still have plenty of people in my inner circle to spoil me rotten, and I'm so very grateful.
This year was particularly difficult with the absence of Cindy (who always spoiled me), but with the love and support of my husband, family and dear friends, I once again was indulged.
This August 11th I received an incredible massage, and just before we started I noticed a hummingbird outside the window. Similar to the hummingbird who visited me the day I got word of her passing, and again after spending time with her closest friends, this bird sat on a tree and hung out for a bit. I was thrilled and my birthday was complete!
Thank you dear friends, for the birthday wishes, gifts and presence in my life. I love you!
Birthdays when I was growing up were never celebrated. but, in my hubby's family, birthdays were VERY important, so when we were married, mine was also noticed more. Our youngest son, Danny, was almost a birthday present to me, coming into the world just two days after my 24th. birthday. So, again, after that, my birthday was sort of put on the back burner so that he could have his special day.
ReplyDeleteI think that I was about 34 or even 35 years old when I mentioned to Cindy that I had never had a birthday cake with my name on it. Of course, my next birthday there was the cake with my name. I am not much into sweets, but that one was special.
I know that Cindy really enjoyed what she called her "birthday week" One day was not enough for her, and Bruce certainly spoiled her.
Last week was another special day. Sept. 9 would have been Bruce's 49th.......... We were on the road coming home from the East Coast, so we just mentioned it and had a bit of a cry. Danny and Michael apparently opened one of the bottles of Port that Bruce liked so much, smoked a cigar and listened to some of his music.
I know the day had to be even more difficult for his family.
I didn't know when your birthday was/is, so I couldn't send you any wishes. They are however still heartfelt today.