I don’t know if you heard, but today is my birthday.
I don’t make a big deal about it most of the time. This isn’t a milestone birthday either. I just wanted a quiet, stress free day. Wolf and I had planned on a lunch date and a trip to the botanical gardens.
The universe did try me. Got two midterms this week and some less than pleasant news from work. There were also sporadic thunderstorms all day. No gardens for us. I started to fall into my normal stress cycle again.
My mother made dinner for me and Wolf and I ended up at a bonfire in my parents backyard. As luck would have it, another storm popped up. Everyone else ran for the house, but we watched the rain from beneath a carport.
I love rain. Wolf and I stood together while a downpour happened all around us. No sound apart from the falling rain and our breathing. It was calming. Refreshing. My spirit felt as if it had been pulled from the impending doom. I think my husband got how I was feeling. He was content to hold me and watch the storm as long as I wanted.
It may not have been what I imagined, but it turned out to be one of my better birthdays. Here’s to at least a hundred more!