I just turned 31 on 12.02.2016 but it kind of feels like I've been celebrating for a while now already.
It began with -
Ms. Cherry Blossom wheeshing through our gates with an unexpectedly meaningful "symbol of love", so to speak, which has made us fuss over it silly.
Then, came his trip back to us, bearing gifts -- (1) of his arriving home safely; and (2) the thing which I have for a long while now, been needing so very badly.
On The Day itself, came a bouquet of flowers through my door with a really funny delivery story -- which then lead to a colleague discovering that that day was my birthday.
So, after lunch, they (my colleagues) cheekily sneaked up on me in my room bearing cakes to surprise me.
-- only to be surprised in return when a certain "someone" (re: Luqman) crept out from under my table, where he was previously napping.
The string of all things good seem to have some spillover effect on the weekends -- where our time was well spent with friends and family.
And the only bummer was probably my having to watch my husband drive back to where he came from while I got all teary (yes, 1 month in the arrangement and I'm still pretty much a crybaby).
This year, we didn't take the obligatory leave to celebrate as we do normally. And nope, we didn't plan on anything fancy.
Instead, we embraced life as it came and gave each other what we needed the most -- which is our presence, our patience, our love -- and each other.
-- and of course, all the little things that mean big things that matter.