I’ve noticed that since I’ve been back from Boston, I’ve turned into an old soul. I’ve realized that driving a fancy car or living in a big house, although nice, doesn’t create happiness. My closet is full of nice clothing, but at the end of the day, it’s just stuff. It’s the people and world around me that actually make my life my richer. Since my diagnosis, I’m paying more attention to relationships in my life and beauty in the world.
Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 34. I woke up early (rare), felt fairly normal (also rare), and decided to take a walk since it was so beautiful outside.
On my way back, about ten yards away I saw and heard a bird making a fuss in a tree. It was a large hawk and it swooped out of the tree with something in it’s claws. Because of its power and beautiful wingspan, I couldn’t help but watch this beautiful bird soar. I was squinting to see what prey he had caught when he landed on the roof of a neighbor’s house. After he landed on the roof, I noticed that he dropped something white and hopped away from it. As I got closer, I thought the pile looked like flowers. I turned around, looked at the tree where all the fuss was, and saw it was full of blooming white flowers.
I was so impressed that I got a front row seat to this action, I told my husband about it when I got home. He said, “See, that’s Briton bringing you flowers on your birthday.”
He was right, so very right,
Yesterday, I spent most the day with my boys. We went to breakfast and lunch at my favorite places. They took me to get my nails done. We got to spend the day uninterrupted by Brandon’s job, my cancer or Jeremiah’s social calendar.
So I am officially saying something that only a grandmother would say: spending time with those I love was the best gift of all.