It’s quiet strange to me to have a gift for my birthday, more likely not usual to celebrate for my birth.
In a society that’s we raised in it believes it’s wrong to have a birthday celebration, stops us to see ourself and where we stands.
So tonight my wife decided to take me to a visit to Paul and hide a gift for me while she choosing desert with our coffee. The man comes showing me his back only, and suddenly start smiling and singing the happy birthday song, while holding my wife gits on a plate. I was shocked really, while very few things can shcked me, but suddenly, there were some strange acts and questions from my wife, everything becomes connected and holds finally the meaning of it. Strange, how’s the unmeaning acts becomes meaningful when just a simple fact revels.
Years and years past and tonight I can say how wonderful being life, and like the movie “Hello Dolly” when Michael Crawford says: “isn’t life full of wonderful things?”
Thanks dear Arwa, and for being as yourself I love you more ❤