My Day
Today, on the day I turned twenty-five, I celebrated it in a most extraordinary way I’ve ever known.
In the morning, as usual we said our prayers in the car before we left for work, but then he reached out to the back seat and pulled out something rectangular in a brown envelope. Curious and excited with a little bit of sleepiness from the weekend still lingering about, I took the thing out of its envelope.
It was a small album, with navy blue canvas covering, and inside were illustrations made out digitally and printed on photo paper, with beautiful words I’d known so well but still made me swoon upon hearing them - his feelings for me pouring out from those pages, all twenty-five of them.
I loved it instantly and swore I’d keep it in tact and that if anyone wanted to see it they’d probably had to put on sterile gloves before touching it. The whole day I was glowing with warm feeling, itchy to take the album out and go through the pages again but worried that friends from work might want to see. I just couldn’t wait until I got home so that I could look through it again. And again. And again. And again.
He already booked us for dinner in the evening, and as we got there, ordered our food and all, he told me to wait there because he had to go somewhere and my nerves were killing me because he wouldn’t tell me where. He seriously wouldn’t have gotten me another present? Or could it be…
When he came back in less than five minutes later (I think), he told me he had something to say. I turned to him. He said Happy Birthday. I was glowing yet again. Mid-glowing, a Happy Birthday tune started playing in the background. The waiters and waitresses were heading towards our table and one of them was carrying a big chocolate cake with candles on them. I couldn’t believe any of it. I felt like I was in the movies or something.
Yes, believe it or not, no one has ever done that kind of stuff to me before. Not even my closest people. So they were singing. He was singing. I was red with joy and embarrassment. And happiness. I told him I was officially the happiest woman in the world. We enjoyed our dinner while chatting at the same time, reminiscing and doing flashbacks of the first time we started to get to know each other. It was hard to believe that it was only six months ago when it felt like six years.
It was as if we’d known each other for longer than that in such a short period of time. The food was spectacular, and he spoon-fed me the chocolate cake - which was spooky in a way, because while we were ordering before, I was thinking how nice would it be if they also had some chocolate cakes on the menu - which they didn’t. Weirdly enough, I didn’t say anything until the whole thing happened and I just remembered it all again.
And that was not all. He’d already prepared something else for me long before my birthday was due - something that I’d been wanting for as long as I could remember.
Today, I felt sincerely, mind-blowingly happy. I really couldn’t remember the last time I was treated so special and I just realized that no one has ever had. All the previous birthdays were usually celebrated staying at home, receiving congratulatory messages from various people while I had my dinner and watched TV as usual. We had family dinner but that was usually done at the end of the months because it was my grandfather’s birthday as well and we usually just compacted all birthdays that were in the same month as one.
Yes, that’s my family for you. But today, it was about me. Just me. And I was having it with the most beautiful person in the world. My hunny, who rocks my world in the most unexpected ways and still does up until this minute.
I love you.
