Being away from your family and people you love on your birthday is probably not one of the easiest things around. But with all your warm wishes, heart-touching words and sweet little surprises, you made me feel more loved and special than anyone could ever be. It’s funny how everyone has its own unique way of expressing and wishing a happy birthday. How can a crazy “Happy birthday NY bitch” line makes me smile with my heart for hours, knowing it comes from someone who knows me well enough to go through with something like that. Or how words you’ve heard many times before, make you cry all over again, because of the purity and honesty they present. How you find yourself sitting down, on a pavement, rolling, laughing your ass off in the middle of Broadway, listening to a, yes indeed, very sophisticated version of a Happy Birthday song. Marilyn style! How your hands shake and your heart beats with excitement when you’re running home, holding packets from different parts of the world, from people you haven’t seen in so too very long. When a five year old arranges you a real surprise birthday party and makes everyone around participate and not only that, shows up with an enormous bouquet of roses, makes you a present and a card, and helps to bake a cake. A chocolate one. With strawberries! That’s what I call a grrrreat friend! How someone steals a flower for you, just because it’s your favorite. How my phone starts going crazy as soon as it turns midnight, making me think: “Wow! These people actually took the effort of waiting until it was midnight on my side of the world!!” Or when someone, you love so much, takes a day of, even though he has major deadlines waiting, just to spend that special day with you, treats you like a princess, makes 23th floor look like the top of the world, takes you on a boat where you feel like Kate Winslet in Titanic, as sugary as it sounds, shares an endless sky and universe with you, hearing just Atlantic ocean and the same rhythm of two heartbeats, like those are the only things needed for existence.
How you’re so tired from the major, red alert sleep deprivation and high-speed craziness happening during the week, you just want to lay down before 11 pm on Saturday, put in a dvd and call it an early night, but people just won’t let you, because I’m supposedly only 24, not a grandma, which means I MUST still have some extra energy hidden somewhere to burn it off. So, I guess I’ll be singing with the birds once again this week and waving to the sun on my way home, on the first day of June.
THANK YOU again, for being with me on my birthday, even if thousands and thousands miles away in reality, for surrounding me with love and tuning my heart to a happy melody. Love you lots!!
P.S.: I’ll see many of you just within three months. Until then, I’m pumping up my biceps, because I have a feeling, I’ll be in a mood to give out some giant, teddy-bear hugs when I’m back! (JSYK: Kisses definitely not excluded!) 😉