Just like the last year, he took a day off from everything- a week before my birthday. He totters around the sunny (and haze infested) island, getting everything ready for the day that marks my birth. He calls a million people, stresses over the fine-tuning of every minute detail- all through hiding his emotions and stress from me. He tries to, at least.
I manage to ask a few questions, to which I receive rather amusing expressions from his end. He tries (hard) to hold back his plethora of emotions, with little frowns and thinking hard on generic, uninformative answers, lest giving it all away. In the awkward question-answer segment of our skype date, I find out he’s been diligently filling up a page of his trusty planner-notebook, titled “For Her.” From the dates we’ve had over the year and half, he’s been updating that page with various treats and gifts that would be perfect for me, from my whims and fancies I’ve unknowingly mentioned through the course of our relationship.
As I catch the glimpse of that page, I can’t help but feel terribly loved and blessed to have a loving soul who catches the little parts of me that I leave behind, willingly remembering my fine details with great foresight, just to make me feel all goodness on a day that marked the start of my journey, years ago. Even before he knew me.
I can’t be more grateful. You’ve made not only my special day special, the week before and more. Growing up, birthdays were always different from the other days, I guess. People remember you, they’re a tiny bit nicer, the air’s a little fresher. But birthdays haven’t been this cool since I met you.
P.S, Everything will be perfect. Just like it was last year, just like it’ll be this year. And next year. And the next year. Thank you for everything, maybe I’m a little excited now! (Just, maybe.)