On my b-day morning, I woke up to something tickling my nose, opened my eyes and there was E, holding a red carnation, tickling my nose with it. He'd also drawn a cute picture for me. I got ready for work, headed out to the van, and found this:
In addition to going the the flower shop the evening before to buy the flower for her brother to give me, and helping him draw the pic for me, my sweet, oldest daughter had woken up at 6:00a (during her summer vacay!!!), snuck out to the convenience store and bought me my favorite brekky, a cheesy Tornadoe and large Coke (I said favorite, not healthy)! And when I turned the key in the van, a rockin' "Happy Birthday" song blasted from the speakers. Gabi had somehow recorded herself, M and E singing, burned it on to a CD and had it all queued up in the CD player (remember, M had been the U.S. at her dad's for more than a month by this time).
I promptly burst into tears. I had been DREADING my b-day this year. I was still struggling to cope and recover from the devastation wreaked on our lives by DB, and still had no clue what our future held, whether or not I was getting my job, where we would go if I didn't, etc. And all I kept thinking about was my last birthday. DB was in school in the U.S. but had still managed to have flowers and a balloon delivered to me. Anyway, I wasn't expecting anything good to come from this day. But already, it was shaping up to be one of my best b-days ever.