Today is my birthday.
It's Princess Mair day! Okay. So what. I haven't grown up enough to be the Queen yet. Cut me some slack. I'm working on it.
Actually I'm not, it's way more fun to be the Princess.
I've become remarkably easy to please at 42. I only wanted three things: to sleep as long and luxiouriously as possible. This is much easier to do now that I've gotten rid of the homicidal spring mattress and my walls are colored cinnamon diamonds. I want the second season of Grey's Anatomy on DVD, and I want to have a Columbo marathon right in my bed. Very Bell Brown.
I did get to sleep like a princess--well, not really. I mean, I didn't have to be cursed by an evil witch and have to be awakened by a charming prince. The prince did come in here, but I was already awake. He said:
"Hey, baby!" My sunny, well rested reply.
"I've been violently ill."
"Violently ill?" That didn't sound good. That sounded like I'd have to cook dinner! Preparing dinner is not on my birthday agenda.
"And the phone has been ringing non-stop."
Of course the phone has been ringing! It's the Princess'birthday!
"Are you okay, Ken?"
"Yeah. It was that pizza."
Honestly, ALL food makes Ken sick. We have this kind of conversation every day.
Ken: "Did you pre-order your DVD's yet?"
"No. I wanted to make sure it was okay."
He makes some unintelligible noise that sounds like a cross between a grumble and an agonized moan. I make it affirmative, whether or not it is.
Ken: "I gotta go shopping. Sorry for the late start."
"It's not late. I just woke up!" And it's so 4:00 in the evening, but I'm a princess! I can sleep for hundreds of years if necessary, and still wake up gorgeous and sought after.
The babies come into the room. They aren't really babies anymore. They're seven and nine. We still call them the babies though.
"Happy Birthday, Mom."
"Did you see your presents?"
I'm surrounded by hand made cards crafted with love, and a lot of glitter. Few presents could possibly touch my heart more than these. They also give me a piece of polished glass. A little circle of pale pink and purple. I tell them it will be my lucky stone. I give them big hugs, and revel in the feel of their little girl bodies, now all long legs and arms, pressed into me. They grow so fast, don't they?
Kamau blows into the room like a tornado. My boy. At twelve he is silly and noble, and as close to perfect child as a mere mortal can get. "Happy Birthday, Mom." He says this in one of his gazillion crazy voices. He blows out of my room practically before I can get the thank you out of my mouth.
Abby is next, and she throws her hands up with her birthday greeting. She tells me I can eat all the cake I want because calories don't count on Princess Birthdays.
Does it get any better than this? Snail mail and email love. A surprise letter from the prodigal boy, phone calls and hugs and no calories! I think I'll have myself a t-bone steak in that case!
God's goodness is so evident in the most simple things. I don't have to work hard at practicing His presence today. He's everywhere, filling me up with His sweetness like icing. Raining on me like confetti. Being my McDreamy.
Thank you God. For everything I wanted. For everything I needed. For never going away.
I love you!
Princess Mair (For real! I've even got a jeweled tiara in my afro today! Woo hoo!).