Eeyore turned 46 today. I am affectionately exasperated with him. He feels old ... he misses his daughter ... he's swamped at work ... It's how he is.
I fussed over him as best as I could. I got him a terrific gift -- a batch of baked-to-order and personalized Element Bars. I made sure they arrived on Saturday but he waited until today (his actual birthday) to open them with me over the phone (I heard him tearing the tape). I read him his horoscope. I told him I was playing his favorite recording artist, Marcia Ball, in my office in his honor.
I hope the attention made him happy. I completely adore him, and if you can't convey to a person on his birthday how important he is to you, then what's the point?
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
What a cool gift! And it's great that he waited until the actual day to open the present. I am not nearly as disciplined.
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