Today was my birthday and it was a really good one despite the dearth of wrapped presents. My friend J gave me a zoo/museum pass that will last for a year. Chalain & Chaliren took Howard and I out for dinner. (They probably didn't intend it as a birthday event, but it was kind of them and I'm claiming it as a birthday gift.) Howard cooked yummy scones for a birthday lunch. The birthday cheesecake was supplied by Howard's sister. There were also leftovers of an extremely rich chocolate cheescake I froze last fall. Online friends said very kind things about my writing. I always treasure evidence that my writing is appreciated.
The one wrapped gift I opened was a CD from my parents. It is a remastered recording of an old scratched record I loved as a child. (I babble about it here: http://sandratayler.livejournal.com/108782.html
) The CD itself is wrapable, but the real gift is the memories attached to the music. I suspect that is true of most gifts that I recieve or give. The wrapped item is only a physical symbol for the love and appreciation that the giver feels.
Howard has been a little sad this year because we couldn't afford for him to go buy a gift for my birthday. But you see, I don't need him to. He shows me daily that he loves and appreciates me. I'd much rather save the money and use it to buy more time for Howard and I to make cartooning profitable. Of all possible birthday gifts, that one would be best. It would work great for Howard's birthday next month too.
It's been a good birthday. Now I'm officially 33 and it's a good place to be.