I’m backtracking a little to share with y’all the lovely dessert and champagne celebration that my family surprised me with last weekend. Mother worked so hard at putting together the perfect pink and gold soiree…
We celebrated late at night after all the littles were slumbering sweetly in their beds. I can’t find the words to truly convey how special this little night was. To sit in the dining room where I grew up, in the place that I still call home, with the people that I love most in the world gathered around on my fortieth birthday. As they sang Happy Birthday in the light of only the candles on my cake, I looked at every single one of them, trying so hard to ingrain that very moment and memory. I’ve never had a birthday quite like this – where all I could feel was radiant happiness and pure gratefulness for the 40 years behind me and genuine excitement and joy for every day to come.
The sweetest end to the best night was opening my gift from Mother and Daddy-O. I hadn’t asked for anything – and usually don’t – and their thoughtfulness blew me away. After 25 years of borrowing Mother’s, they gave me my very own strand of pearls just like hers. (Except slightly larger according to Marme, LOL.) The best gifts are the ones you didn’t even know you wanted.
It was said in some early cultures that the pearl was born when a single drop of rain fell from the heavens and became the heart of the oyster. Pearls have been called the ‘teardrops of the moon’. Some believe that pearls were formed by the passage of angels through the clouds of heaven.
When I read this I teared up a bit – y’all know how I feel about oysters and angels. I will wear mine and treasure mine for all of the days to come. <3
I know I’ve been terribly sentimental the past few days. Must be something in the air way up here on the other side of the hill :-)