Yesterday was my birthday. I had opted to not request the day off from work. I considered it the right thing to do since I had taken a vacation earlier in the month. Also, with it being summer, people are taking more time off so I really didn’t want to hog the time off sheet.
So exhausted from working the night / early morning before, I went to back work yesterday morning dragging my feet. I had been making the idle threat of calling out, but I’d have been a hypocrite so it was all just talk.
I actually am not a big fan of my birthday. It falls on the anniversary of a few bad events in my life… My parents have actually forgotten it before… so I don’t like planning any special events for the day. When The Man asked me what I wanted for my birthday I told him that I had already gotten my presents. We had gone to Carowinds and he got me my replacement anniversary / wedding rings. When he insisted that wasn’t enough I told him that going out to dinner with him was all I wanted. I meant it.
So I left for work. The kids were going over their grandparents house to go swimming. The Man for the 1st time in ages had the afternoon to himself. Imagine my surprise when I was at work and saw him flashing his big brown eyes at me from over the counter. For the 1st time he decided to make a trip to the restaurant to come see me. We were busy so I didn’t get to talk too much to him. That didn’t matter though. Seeing him really made my day. Suddenly the shift went by quickly and I was driving home.
When I got to the house I immediately noticed The Man had tidied up. He got me roses and a Google Play card. We went out my favorite Mexican restaurant. We drank giant margaritas, are amazing food, and made each other laugh.
It’s funny. I had the perfect birthday. The thing that made it the best was such a simple thing, The Man coming to see me at work, but it meant the world to me. Just his presence made my spirits sore. It’s always the little things that mean the most.