Birthday

Well, I've tried several times today, to write about my birthday weekend, but it just keeps coming out all blah, blah, blah.... first we did this, then went there, blah, blah..... but it wasn't like that. There were moments of wonder. Moments I'll remember, like my hubby getting me a present, picked out and purchased a head of time, and gorgeous too. The bean singing happy birthday to me, while still in bed, still half asleep. My friend from London sending me Royal Mail Harry Potter Stamps and a perfect card and cut out. Friends and family calling with wishes, singing songs on my message machine. Lots of smiling I remember on my birthday. Even my morning coffee was worth savoring, lasting longer than my morning run, just as easy, just as peaceful, like they could just go on forever. The AC blowing ice cold while we read HP #7 aloud, for hours and hours, jumping to the excitement, at the edge of our seats. Then my mom in a beautiful skirt, with my dad smiling at the new shade of gold in their future living room. My bean in her new green dragon fly dress, dancing, dancing. A card with my mother's hand writing, saying she's proud of me and even more presents before dinner. My sushi, texture, taste explosions, so succulent, so perfect. French dessert later, chocolate mouse melting lusciously, heavenly, against my tongue. Felt "about town" going from one spot to the next, laughing with my hubby, important words, serious plans. Late night people watching, from the bar, familiar faces, older in the eyes. Windows down for the drive home, moon looking full. I had to pause in the front yard, say thank you to the stars, five months free I am, at 37 years. Wow. That's the moment I guess I should write about. That moment when everything was done, and the sky was bright, and I felt real. Huh... took writing this to comprehend that. I felt real....solid for a moment.