It’s my 51st birthday in 5 days. Last year I was in Paris, watching fireworks at the Palace of Versailles, and cycling all over the city with my old lover, staying in 2 different apartments. This time, I’m choosing the simplicity of staying still in the Barn with family.
But my dear, sweet, online love ‘H’ will [obviously] not be around to celebrate with me. A few days before I left Australia however, H handed me a package:
‘I made you this for your birthday. Don’t open it till the actual day.’
ARE YOU KIDDING ME??
That’s so cruel! How can I resist it?
‘And don’t hassle me about what it might be; I’m not going to tell you.’
But H, how can I not try to guess? Obviously it’s a book of some kind…
Maybe I could just peek in a corner?
Later, my son ‘17’ said: ‘You could just open it before your birthday but not tell H.’ [This suggestion reveals so much about the teenage brain, doesn’t it?].
For a naughty moment, I admit I considered that option…
But now it’s at least 14 days since it was handed into my care, and I still haven’t looked. I’m being so mature aren’t I?
5 more sleeps to go; I hope I can make it (I confess I nearly crumbled a couple of times when I was feeling super lonely).
What would you have done?