I have been meaning to write this down for days and days. If you have children you'll understand when I say that there was a need every time I went to write. But the kids are all sleeping and Caleb is still at work. So I write.
I had a birthday in February. The twelfth to be exact and 29 was the year that I turned. My parents were here for a few days beforehand and flew back to Vermont on the morning of my special day. We had a party while they were here with tasty food and happy songs. They love to come every year on February 12th and they love to make a lovely dinner and sing a special song to me. It's quite nice.
When I woke up, I expected my husband to remember and say something right away. But there was nothing and my heart started to feel downish to some degree (sounds rather lame eh?). Let me say that I DON'T expect a lavish day all intricately planned out. I do however hope that the love of my life makes me feel loved on my birthday.
The rat race of the morning started quickly, I rushed through making eggs while he dressed the children. As he ran out the door he said "oh yeah, it's your birthday" and that was that.
The day went as it normally does. Schooling the kids, snack time, reading books, breaking up fights, helping with pottyish things...I so wished to get a phone call or email from the man of the house. I wanted to be remembered. But nothing. I felt forgotten. It started to snow pretty good that afternoon. Yay! Maybe Caleb will come home early since the roads will get bad and we'll have a nice night of him helping with dinner etc. But he came home late. When he walked through the door he said all excitedly "aren't you glad I didn't die on my way home!" No reply. I just kept stirring the pot the was in front of me.
The night went like this:
1) dinner
2) got the kids ready for bed
3) the grown ups got into bed
4) me asking "did you have anything planned today?"
5) him saying "nope, not a thing. Do you want me to rub your back?"
6) me = so mad that I just couldn't answer
I most definitely let the sun go down upon my wrath that night, unaware of what was to come.
To be continued...
