This past weekend we celebrated my birthday. By celebrate I don’t mean a big party and lots of drinking. Those things don’t matter much to me. Instead this was a relaxed, long weekend. Mornings starting with time outside in local parks with my Mellie. A Friday morning breakfast with the man who holds my heart, followed by an excursion to walk around the gorgeous and blooming Leu Gardens. Birthday dinner at my favorite restaurant meant getting to stuff our faces with the tastiest naan and sauces around.
The weekend contained other little adventures and excursions. All quite simple and laid back. Shopping around, eating chips and salsa in a favorite restaurant. Time to read, to chill, to do a little yard work, and to just be.
It was an absolutely perfect weekend. Stress free and filled with happiness and affection. A quiet celebration, a time to be thankful for another year on this spinning ball we call earth. I am grateful for the simplest of things. This past weekend was so very simple and it touched my heart with a tenderness that I cannot fully explain. It isn’t the places you go or the things that you have that matter. It is who you share the experiences and things with that matters.
As I celebrate another birthday I more so celebrate the love in my life than my years on the earth. The fact that there is another person who speaks my soul language and that he made this weekend one that I will remember forever. When someone listens to our spoken and unspoken words and pays attention to what is important to us and gives from their heart to ours… these are the most precious of gifts. Receiving the gift of time together and physical gifts that are perfectly aligned to who I am spoke to my soul in a poetry without words.
There is much to celebrate beyond our birthdays, beyond parties. Celebration in the little things that mean so much. Celebrate the love my friends! Not just on the special occasions, but at all times.