Amid the crinkle of a take out box and the giggles of my daughter, there was but a single candle on the slice of birthday cake in the box. Just one. It was all I needed to celebrate my firm entry into my forth decade. It was a giant slice of a tuxedo truffle cake. Next to it sat another giant slice of tiger layer cake. Oh, I do love them both. Getting to share bites their velvety chocolate and cream goodness with two of the three loves of my life was lovely. It saddens me that my youngest daughter was already in bed, but the antics of small people have to be handled regardless of celebrations. I just remind myself that this too shall pass.
I blew out the candle and I wished for the same thing that I wish for every year, real candle or imaginary. I've done so for a decade or better now. Perhaps it's time to articulate it and give it voice in the universe. I so want my love to feel better, to do better, to be in a mentally better place. I think this time someone might have listened. I don't know if it's a combination of new meds from the new specialist or the hormone levels coming back to some level of stasis. I do know there is laughter, giggling, jokes and banter, a confident little swagger than I've not seen lately and there is accomplishment. It is good. I am thrilled.
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