Helenatrandom1 Habitica 01-15-2021

Finish the story

I open a special birthday present... The sun peaks through my curtains. I bounce out of bed ten minutes before the alarm went off. A highly irregular occurrence for me, but then so is a birthday. I only get one per year. I scrub my back in the shower, singing show times from Rogers and Hammerstein. It is a beautiful morning! After my morning oblations, I go into the kitchem and find my husband,who hates to cook, toasting waffles and frying bacon. "Sweetie! You made breakfast!" " Yep. It isn't every day my favorite woman turns thirty nine. " "Nope. I only do that once a year!" " I forget...Which anniversary of your thirty month birthday is this? " "I don't know. I stopped counting. " "Well, Happy Birthday,darling. " The love of my life hands me a birthday card and a small wrapped package. I thank him,and give him a kiss on the lips, then open my card and package. I open the gift, and find he has given me my favorite perfume. It is way too expensive. As much as I like it, I would never choose it for myself. " It's perfect,darling, but way too expensive to buy just for me. " "What do you mean just for you?  I love you more than anything! We can afford some luxeries.  You deserve some pampering". I drink my coffee, aware of how blessed I am to be alive, understood, and cherished more than I feel worthy of. That is the real gift.