gratefulCouple that with the fact that I love my birthday and insist everyone make a HUGE deal of it every year, along with the fact that Dad also pretends he doesn't know the date of my actual birthday, (he write October 29 on the card every year, just to be a jerk!) -- and you can see that basically the whole family has to celebrate every year. It matters to me.
Well, while I was at Wincon, I got some family news that is positive and good but that I am not ready to talk about yet in a public setting. It also necessitates my parents being gone on my birthday. For real, this time. I assured everyone that I didn't mind, and I truly do not. This is so much more important. But still, it's a tough situation.
So I got home last night and was exhausted and starved, walked in and found that...somehow, before they had to leave, my parents still managed to come over and decorate my house for my birthday and Halloween, and to leave me a stack of wrapped presents. I cried y'all. I'm crying now, just remembering. It was so kind and thoughtful and unexpected. I don't even know. Just. Family. And tradition. And my BIRTHDAY.
I love my family so much, I am so lucky.
When trouble comes, it's your family that supports you.
--Guy Lafleur
← Ctrl ← Alt
Ctrl → Alt →
← Ctrl ← Alt
Ctrl → Alt →