For one who makes a point of not celebrating her birthday, yesterday was a pretty good day. I usually have my husband work for me, so I don’t have to deal with anyone that day, but I decided to trade him for Super Bowl Sunday instead. Very few people even know when my birthday is, so I figured the day would be quiet anyway.
The day stared out in a very difficult sense. I woke up expecting a text from a life time best friend. Every year, he would text me, wishing me a happy birthday. He would also tell me how beautiful I am, how much I meant to him, and he’d remind me how much he loved me. This year, the message never arrived. At first I was hurt, and began wondering if he forgot. But then I realized that he is no longer here and that those texts no longer existed. They were just a memory. I cried.
Throughout the day, I had a couple of customers come in to try on their Drysuits. Something we do before starting all the final finishing and waterproofing if all the seams, in case I need to do any alterations. The first customer who came in knew that it was my birthday and also knew how I’ve been feeling. So, he walked in with a beautiful bouquet of flowers and a hug. He has been a very regular customer of ours for 25 years, and a dear friend with knowledge of my health, physical and emotional, and he calls regularly just to check up on me. He’s one of the very few who has a special place in my heart on a personal level.
All went well with his fitting. And his hugs were more than welcome and appreciated!!
The second Drysuit fitting also went well. This guy didn’t know about it being my birthday, but he brought me a gift as well. It is a cricket that his mom had in her kitchen for decades before she passed away. About two and a half inches long and about an inch and a half tall. His best guess is that it is made of brass or copper. With its age, it is now a green color and fits in perfectly with the other little statues I have around my office. As I thanked him I jokingly asked him “how did you know it was my birthday?” He laughed and said, “A little cricket told me!” For those who don’t know, my nickname is Cricket, which is what prompted his thinking that I’d have the appropriate home for his moms treasure.
As the day progressed, I got some nice messages from others who happened to know just what day it was. I also got a surprise text from someone I hadn’t heard from in a while. He didn’t know, but he knew that I’d be thinking about him as we have been instrumental parts of each other’s healing. He was thinking of me strongly the last few days and finally decided to text me to see how I was doing and to update me on his progress.
I also got a nice message from my son, and spoke with my mom in the evening. And I had the chance to communicate with my best friend throughout the day.
All in all, a good day, with some nice surprises.