Birthday greetings to the love of my life

And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years. Abraham Lincoln

Butch turned 51 years old today. He is two years younger than me. As in all birthdays in my family, I celebrate it with food. The more we praise and celebrate life, the more there is in life to celebrate. This time around, I feel bad for waking up late and not preparing a special menu as I used to do in the past before my life became so busy. I love that he did not complain though. He even bought his own birthday cake for lunch. It makes me think that birthdays are nature’s way of telling us to eat more cake. (kidding!)

We spent the afternoon at the resting place of our beloved son watching the pretty blue dragonflies hovering nearby as well as the white-speckled butterfly that fluttered by the flowers on the basket. Just watching the wonders of nature was enough joy.

Earlier, I bought bright orange and pink flowers to brighten our living and dining room. I added a pale violet orchid plant to add the final touch on my antique writing table. He loved the flower arrangement and I hope that made up for my laziness today.

As a final treat, my daughter drove us for the first time so we could dine at Red Crab and test our my Smart Rewards. You can tell we are food bloggers as we take time to take photos of our food. It was great food and lots of conversation about the hostage taking situation and our Philippine government.

My birthday present hasn’t arrived yet but I am sure he will love it. That will surely solve my perennial lack of bookshelves, I tease him. We both laugh at the volume of books stacked underneath our bed. Nothing works better than the gift of laughter.

I think I have given him one great romantic getaway last weekend in Kota Kinabalu. Just the two of us. Oh , that calls for another blog entry. The night is young so I better cut this short and spend the rest of the night with the love of my life.