I love having special occasions because I get a perfect excuse to bake a cake without not having to eat it all by myself . And birthdays are the ones I love especially because, naturally, birthdays call for cakes. Period. ( Sorry for the excessive use of the words birthdays and cakes here).
Now this birthday is twice as special to me as it is to the celebrant, because this is the very day that God decided He will make someone special to be my partner in this lifetime: my husband
When I was younger and had my share of a couple of heart aches, I never thought a person like my husband will ever arrive one day and make me believe it is possible that love can happen to me.
I know I am sounding too mushy right now ( and I am sorry!) but its true, I was once that hopeful girl who just wished her man will arrive one day. Most days I was skeptical but I kept hoping. And praying.
And it happened.
And now, I am just grateful everyday that this love happens to me every little moment.
It happens every time I wake up. I feel it in the simplest gesture of him holding my hand and carrying my groceries.
I feel it whenever he runs out to get me some cream cheese or a block of butter.
I feel it in his kindest words and even in harsh ones. I feel love everyday because of this man.
And this is his birthday, the same day I got so lucky even before I knew it.
One day we are the best of friends, some days we can be slight enemies. He pleases me, annoys me and even drives me crazy. But whatever ..I love this man so dearly.
Happy Birthday Mr. Scribbles. You are one special person!