Today was my 55th birthday. I hadn’t really been looking forward to it. After 108 days in lockdown I sort of imagined a birthday wouldn’t be worth celebrating. Not in the way I imagined anyway.
As it happens, living alone in the lockdown for so long has taught me more than I bargained for and made me appreciate the smallest of moments. It’s made me feel a greater appreciation of love in all its many forms.
I woke to wet weather but began instead to breathe in the rain soaked beauty of the red rose I bought myself for my birthday, a rose that somehow decided to bloom on my big day. A rose I then noticed was called “lovestruck”. How very apt I thought. I was besotted.
From that moment on, I was indeed lovestruck by every gorgeous act of kindness I received throughout the day. Too many to mention but, perhaps most notably, I received my first proper HUG since lockdown began. One of so many birthday blessings that feel as precious to me now as the red velvet petals of the first bloom of that rain bejewelled birthday morning rose…?