I woke up on my birthday with a little gift on the table from my girls. They had given me a stopwatch and running gloves...just want I had hinted at needing! Later in the day the Fed EX man arrived and delivered these:
Two dozen, beautiful roses from hubby. They were petite with shades ranging from dusky pink to crimson red. I was shocked not because he sent me flowers, he does that often, but because they were roses. He has told me in the past that roses are so ordinary, anyone can send roses. He prefers the exotic flowers, something different, something that requires some thought. But as I slowly unwrapped each rosebud to put in my vase I saw how different these roses were. Not one was the exact color of another. It was if each had been plucked from the clouds during one of our glorious west Texas sunsets. Ordinary, I believe not!
If that wasn't enough to make me cry, this was attached to the flowers:
That's enough to make a girl swoon, even if he can't count!!
That night I enjoyed a wonderful dinner out with my family, with calls from the rest of my family wishing me well on my big day. It was a day filled with memorable moments and lots of fun!
Do you remember a special birthday celebration?