“Don’t just count your years, make your years count.” – George Meredith
“Did you do anything special today?” the voice over the phone asks.
I’ve been asked this question a couple of times already. You’re-supposed-to-do-something-special is the vibe I’m getting.
As each birthday comes and passes, the bubbly exciting feeling lessens, but I am grateful for the ebb and flow of life.
Did I do anything special today? Not in the ordinary sense. I didn’t want to go out to a restaurant in the evening or order in food. Putting Z and A to sleep early seemed more appealing and getting an extra hour of peace was too precious to give up. I specifically avoided telling Z it was my birthday until late, because I didn’t want to be tied to the kitchen, mixing and stirring cake mix for a ‘Supposed-to-be-Special’ birthday cake. So when I got the repeated question of whether I did anything special, no not in the ordinary sense of ‘special’ but un-special things can be made special.
To sit in pajamas
To crochet beautiful things
To watch Call The Midwives
To just sit
To sit in peace is the best gift of all.
matching paint swatches
picking up Z earlier from school
Grandmothers who take granddaughters to parks in good weather!Sisterly hats
Friendlyish CatsGrandfather walks!
(I finally made some space on my iPhone, so enjoying the iPhone snaps lately!)
happy birthday dear! may allah give you many more beautiful years with your family beside you.
Thank you so much! Ameen :)!