Today is another year without my mom to celebrate my birthday. I still have the last card she gave me. I keep it tucked away safely in a storage box with some of her other personal things. A few days ago I pulled it out of the box to read it. I wondered what it would’ve been like if she was still here.
Last year on my birthday, I did cry for her. But this time around, even though I miss her, it wasn’t to the point of sadness. This morning I woke up happy and grateful. Grateful for friends who went out of their way to surprise me with a birthday get-together. And grateful for family to remind me that I am loved.
My birthday turned out the way it was meant to be.