Perspective

I awoke this (birthday) morning at 7 o'clock to the annoying sounds of a three-year-old who has some personal vendetta against sleep. I groggily walked into her room and told her it wasn't time to get up yet. I knew it was futile but hey, I was tired. I knew I was done for when as soon as I walked back into my room I head "ring around the rosie" being sung off key. I got myself up, dressed, teeth brushed and ready to start the day... way too early.

As I walked downstairs "it's my party and I can cry if I want to" was ringing in my ears. I had decided that my birthday was surely going to suck. This waking up too early was a sign. I gave myself permission to be grumpy on my birthday. It is after all, my birthday.

I went into the kitchen and started pouring milk. When I turned around I noticed a card AND a beautiful cast iron skillet sitting on the counter. I have wanted one for quite a while and this was a really, really good one. I smiled, called a thank you to my husband (who had left it there) and read my card. It was so sweet my eyes teared. Ok, so maybe this day isn't going to be a complete bust.

Just when I feel the smile creeping across my face my wonderful husband hands me a white jewelry box. The white gold and diamond (and by diamonds I mean cubics... the thought of losing diamonds has always made me nervous) earrings I wanted!!! And there you have it... perspective. It's all about perspective. From the day of grumpiness I had planned for myself to a big smile. So thank you to my husband for giving me the start to my day that I needed. Funny how a day can turn around so quickly.