This was a long time ago, but I'll never forget the worst birthday ever...
It was December.
We were moving out of our rented house so things were in shambles - boxes and furniture
The sofa sat squarely in the center of our living room.
I sat on it.
My husband handed me my two gifts - one from him and one from my parents in Arizona,
which he had purchased on their behalf.
I was turning 35.
Gift #1 (from Mom and Dad): a toaster. Really!? (My husband comments that ours broke
recently and he had mentioned to them we needed a new one.)
Gift #2 (from husband): a blow dryer. REALLY?????!!!!! (Husband comments that mine
died recently and he knew I needed a new one).
Me.....bursting into tears.
Husband looking at me bewildered, trying to figure out what was wrong?
Quote of the day: Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed