These are the lovely roses I got from my husband for my birthday today. Deep red, and 2 dozen of them. Wow. But what was even more special was the loving message he wrote, and also the poem that my son also wrote for me. The flowers I can hold in my hands, but the love that they wrote to me, I will always carry in my heart and memory. That was the best "gift" of all.
This morning I was missing something, some ONE. It is my first birthday of my life, that my mother is not the first one on the phone, to congratulate me, and to recount my "birth" day of so many years ago. I miss you mom. Especially on a day like today- my birthday, our "birth" day.
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