“Every gift which is given, even though is be small, is in reality great, if it is given with affection”
Seven years ago today, after a year of trying, I woke up early on my birthday and found out that I was pregnant with Stella. It was my best birthday present ever… forever.
This morning, I received my second favorite present ever; my sweet husband gave me a handwritten note that I’ll always cherish. I told him it would be one of “those” letters that the kids will find some day digging through boxes in the attic. Surrounded by dust and sentimental trinkets that I really should have thrown away long ago, they’ll read it in the dim light beneath a swinging bare bulb pull chain fixture. The thought of it makes me a little sad, but also happy that they’ll know how lucky I was to marry their father.
Another thing they will find in the attic, will be my third favorite birthday present–Henry, a stuffed dog that I received on my 9th (I think) birthday. I actually remember how excited I was when I opened the present. Inspired by Toy Story 3 (I think), Stella made me pull Henry out of the attic recently (yes, I still have him–unlike Andy, I actually took Henry to college!). She wants me to fix him–sew up his holes, find another eye, and clean his faded yellow fuzz. He’s not looking too good these days. We’ll see how that works out. I think he may be headed back to the attic soon.
Anyway, there you go… a beautiful faint pink line, a handwritten note, and Henry. My favorite birthday presents.
(I have been a bad blogger. I have some family sessions I’ll post soon. I am looking forward to a slow winter and taking some time to practice shooting indoors… hopefully with a new medium-format film camera if I could ever make up my mind on which one to buy.)