I came into my house on Sunday night, in the complete darkness, wondering where my dogs were, when my friends turned on the light and came tumbling out of hiding places, yelling surprise and happy birthday.
From dark into light, from ordinary day into extra ordinary night. They had schemed and planned and there were cupcakes with pink icing and pop and presents and flowers and they sang me happy birthday. They thought enough of me to come out on a Sunday night, to wish me happy birthday – taking time out of preparing for their week ahead, just for me.
Yesterday, all day between Facebook and here, and phone calls and emails, people wished me happy birthday, they bought me coffee, they bought me lunch. I have been feted and celebrated and I am a bit overwhelmed. I have a wonderful new Garmin watch to run with and a lovely card and wool and flowers, and oh, my heart is full.
And I come back to it, my life has bitter, I have known bitter, tasted it full in my mouth and it has not broken me, not made me scowl. If anything, the bitter makes the sweet. Light into darkness and the ordinary into the extra ordinary.