Returning home on Saturday from my early morning exercise, I was disappointed when I realised that the internet connection had outed because it was my birthday and I was eager to receive messages from family and friends. After waiting impatiently for a short time, I began to hear pings coming from my tablet and phone as the connection restarted and so began the scramble to click, click, click to try reading all as quickly as possible. Greetings for my birthday had reached me by post, phone, email, text, Messenger and Face Book.
More than an hour passed while I chatted to my sister and brother-in-law on FaceTime and afterwards I continued the pleasure of reading more messages and thanking everyone. I was chuffed to have received so many messages and while pondering them, something else was becoming apparent to me and I started to realise what was more important.
Soon it was afternoon and we headed to the neighbourhood restaurant I had chosen to quietly celebrate with my husband. Greg was pleased that it was a celebration lunch and chose a perfectly poured, well chilled Memminger German draught beer while I made an unusual choice of Les Solstices French Wine. Italian Pizza and a hearty 4 cheese Pasta were added to the mix and cheerfully served by the smiling Thai staff at the Wine Connection Bistro. Savoring the last of our drinks, just quietly reflecting on how happy I felt, I became aware of people singing and then I saw staff from the restaurant walking towards me, carrying a candle-lit dessert/cake, all singing Happy Birthday – oh my goodness, I was astounded!
Returning home after lunch for the second time that day, I continued to be astonished by the number of messages still being received throughout the afternoon and evening. While responding and thanking everyone, I suddenly realised I was mentally sorting and collating each of the messages by location, relationship and so on when I suddenly stopped myself. What on earth was I thinking?
The people who wished me Happy Birthday are the diverse characters in my life’s story; they are the unique and colourful shapes and pieces of my mosaic; their origin does not define them. We are all linked together walking the path which is my life. What I started to realise earlier that morning was although I was extremely delighted by the greetings and messages sent to me by family and friends, what is of greater significance and importance is how I remembered each of them. My reminiscing and recollecting of each of you filled me with gratitude and joy; I celebrate and thank you for your presence in my life.
remember the moment
cherish the story