A lovely thing happened to me this week, actually three lovely things. I was just coming out of a cafe with a friend when she suddenly turned to me and said, "I've been thinking about your birthday."
"My birthday isn't until March," I said.
"I know," she said, "and I know you said you don't want to do anything but I wondered if you'd like to come to us. We'll host something for you, if you like. You can choose the guest list."
Wow. So kind, I thought.
"Wow, that's so kind," I said.
Then the next day a different friend said, "Have you thought about your birthday at all?"
"Umm… " I said. "It's not until March."
"Because," she said, "I thought you might like to come to our house for a lunch. I'd invite everyone."
That's so incredibly kind, I thought. And then I said it as well.
Then on Wednesday evening when I was writing on my laptop in the kitchen as the boys and Husband were clearing the table after dinner (I reckon if I cook everything the least they can do is stuff some plates in the dishwasher), I got a lovely text from a friend.
"Hi!" it said. "Long time no see. Where have you been? I've been thinking about your birthday. Would you like us all to go out? Or we could host a dinner at our house for you, if you like."
"Wow," I said, out loud.
Husband and the two boys suddenly looked over at me.
"What?" said Husband.
"I have lovely friends," I said.
Love E x
P. S. Actually it's four things because when I returned home from talking to the lonely old ladies for a couple of hours on the phone, a few days back, there was something waiting for me on the doormat. It was a glossy brochure. "Your birthday treat at Ragdale Hall Spa!" it said, and it was from my mother.
Wow, I thought, I'm so lucky. And my birthday isn't until March.