My 39th birthday began with a cinnamon toast and fruit breakfast created by my children. I was led like a cowgirl, in my pyjamas to my place at the "saloon" where I read several signs along the way. One in particular stood out to me. It read, "You should see the drinks WE have!" Well! Whoa, is all I could say to that! Where do they get this stuff!? :) They lavished me with gifts that were their very own trinkets from their bedrooms, wrapped in love--and homemade cards. My favourite kind.
Our day continued and we opened our school books.
The breeze was gentle, the birds sang and grasshoppers jumped across the path. We came upon a shelter along the path and, much to my surprise, there sat my sister-in-law guarding a picnic lunch he had prepared. She hugged me and went back to work. And there, with the picnic was a brand new bike with a big bow and flowers attached. Oh the glee :) After much gushing and hugging and kissing, we sat down and ate our lunch and talked in quiet solitude (rare for us at this time of the day).
We rode with the wind in our hair, sometimes racing, sometimes enjoying the scenery. The only shame was that we had to use his Blackberry phone to take photos. If you know me, that is a tragedy. The memory of the moment will last and the phone pics... well, they're adequate :)