Spending my birthday heavily medicated from a stupid kidney stone is not the best way to celebrate. But at the same time, I can’t complain. No whining allowed.
Because I have the most incredible family.
Yes, folks, this is a bragging post. Fair warning.
My mother, who made us dinner because she knew I couldn’t cook. My father, who picked my son up from school 2 days in a row and took him to his appointments. My brother, who came over to watch my younger son since I was totally loopy. Even my 5-year-old, who didn’t understand what was going on, but still covered me with a blanket and shared his toys with me so it would make me feel better. (Made me want to cry, it was so cute!)
And especially my hubby. For any single ladies out there who are still looking for the right man, make sure you marry one just like mine (sorry, you can’t have this one!). The kind of man who stands beside you when the shit hits the fan, and is helping you scrape all of it off the ceiling and walls. More importantly, will take the scraper from you when you’re flat on your back in a hospital bed, and keep scraping for you. Who sits beside you when you feel you’re at your worst, holds your hand and tells you he loves you.
I would be ecstatic not to see a hospital room again this year. They should put a plaque with my name on one of those rooms by now. But I know if I am, he’ll be right there with me. Telling me I’m still beautiful. And smiling through whatever nonsense I say while on morphine. (Apparently I asked him 3 times if he went to the dry cleaners).
I have the best family in the world. And that’s an awesome birthday. And every other day in between!