Burpdays and Expectations
Posted on | July 26, 2010 | No Comments
I had a brilliant birthday. I did exactly what I wanted – very little. David and I went to my favorite restaurant. I tested out my new lenses for my camera (I am a picture-taker, not a photographer…. just sayin’) and we found a charming little wine bar called Alu on MLK, which means it is on our side of the river, and that we will frequent it. I hate driving across the river when I’ve had a few. It’s dangerous, and I have a mental block about it, but I digress. We talked about my expectations for my birthday while a black and white cat slinked around the patio, looking for attention.
I’ve made birthdays a big thing. It’s the one day I think that everyone should drop everything for their friends and show the fuck up. My birthday has become the day of disappointments. It fractures the fragile bonds I hold sacred. It just mucks things up.
This year, it would do none of those things.
David worked his ass off to make sure I was happy. We woke. I made a lovely meal. We played WoW until the evening, when we jumped into the shower to make ourselves presentable. The time spent at Alu really solidified things (by the way, they have the COOLEST front door…and a little fire pit..and popcorn w/ curry, and little tags on your wine so you know what you drank and if you liked it…brilliant little place). My birthday may be important to me, and David and my family, but I can’t expect the everyone to understand. The universe didn’t even see fit to grant me my first rejection (this waiting game is killing me). What it did give me was my first birthday in years without tears.
And that is a beautiful gift.
That is honestly because of David, not the universe. So thanks, honey.
David also made me fall back in love with my camera again. He rules. I heart him.
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