And cry I did.
It wasn't a bad birthday. I was showered with lots of love from friends, family and colleagues. My team at work celebrated with cupcakes. Anthony bought a cake and flowers and made dinner. I received tons of Facebook messages, texts and calls. My students sang happy birthday to me and showered me with drawings and hugs.
But it wasn't the same. There was no card from Gran. No singing phone call from Gran. No Gran.
I couldn't get past that. All day, my heart longed to hear from Gran again. And that's all I could focus on. I spent most of the day in a major funk and I took it out on poor Anthony.
And honestly, for the first time ever, I am glad my birthday is over. Today was a new day and my heart was a little lighter.
4 weeks ago