You’re probably thinking “oooh lucky girl, birthday bubbles!”
Nil points. I don’t mean the bubble variety. I actually mean the 80’s, Eurovision winning, pop group variety.
Today, I’m spending my birthday doing what Bobby G, Cheryl, Jay and Mike made famous in 1981 skirt ripping style.
I’m having a “Making Your Mind Up” birthday!
I bet you’re singing it right now 🙂
Earlier today, my husband presented me with this for my birthday,
Three handmade boxes.
I had to open them in a particular order and the instruction was “you can open each box, but you only get to keep one”.
This was in the first box..
This was in the second..
and the third..
So I guess you’re thinking the choice is obvious.
My head might be screaming this..
My friend Clare is with me on the designer boots but Rekha told me she’d disown me if I didn’t go for the holiday 🙂
What would you do?
It’s definitely been an exciting and distracting gift for a birthday that I’ve been dreading. On Thursday, Tim had to stay home from work because I couldn’t stop crying. After I opened the boxes, Tim put his arms around me and said “I know I can’t give you what you really want for your birthday darling, but I can give you one of these”.
Of course it’s not good enough. I know that. Only red hair, chubby fingers and gurgling can ever be, but when I look back on this birthday, my first birthday without my baby boy, I’ll try not to think about what should have been. I’ll think about all the good things that have happened today and I’ll smile when I remember those little green boxes while I stroke my Jimmy Choo boots.