Last year I forgot my husband’s birthday.
This year I did not.
This year my husband, the weans and I went Out for A Meal.
We went to the India Times restaurant.
On the way out of the car, I bent over to unclip the Minx’s seat belt. As I did so a gust of wind lifted the back of my Yeojin Bae for Target black silk mini dress skyward.
“That boy over there is smiling at you, Mum” said the Noisy Boy.
I kept my head down. At least I was wearing clean knickers and my arse made someone smile.
What a difference a year or so makes.
Sometimes we lose our place in time and space. If we are lucky the people we love, the people who love us will eventually welcome us back.
My husband now sends me an iMessage MMS every morning at 6.30 am with the sunrise. I have my mobile under my pillow so that it vibrates and I wake up and share the dawn with him.
I think that this year might be a very good year.