“I want you here by my birthday.”
“Oh, Lanie. I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
“Well, when then?”
“The earliest, the end of the summer but probably sometime after the new year.”
My heart sank. After the new year?!
3 months later.
“Happy Birthday, lover.”
“Thank you, sweetie.”
I was sitting on the bed doing my morning ritual of drinking coffee in between kissing her.
“I wish you didn’t have to go to work.”
“Me too, lover, but the sooner I go the sooner I can come home.”
“Where do you want to go tonight?”
“I don’t know. We’ll talk about it when you get home from work.”
So, today is my birthday and I already got what I wanted, too.
She moved in the end of June just in time for the 4th of July. I had flown down to Florida and helped her pack a 17’ Uhaul that towed her car and we made the trek back to Georgia via Savannah.
I know that this may come to a shock to some of you and others not so much. I won’t get into the gory details of her breakup and what she went through. I will say that since she’s been here things have been wonderful – better than either of us could have imagined. I thought I would have some growing pains of living with someone again but I haven’t. She just came in like a glove that was meant to fit my hand -soft, encompassing and secure.
This is much of the reason why I dropped off for awhile. I had a lot going on as well as needing to protect her through the transition. Only a select few friends knew anything. Last weekend we had a party for both my birthday and to introduce her to several of my friends -it was sort of our coming out party to announce our relationship. Everything went very well and we had a lot of fun! Charlie and I do well hosting parties together. Together we made kick-@ss bbq, beans and slaw and Ellen brought over some kick-@ss potato salad. Bird and her other half brought over a nice beer growler. TC and Paulette showed up along with a girl who was in our class and her gf. Charlie’s friends who we partied with the weekend before last showed up with their karaoke machine and spent the night. Sadie ate an entire plate of sausages someone left out and wasn’t worse for the wear. All in all it was a hit.
So, there you have it. Happy Birthday to me!
(“Ugh, I shouldn’t have eaten those sausages…..”)