The second school of thought believes that birthdays are truly special. We do not usually go all mushy over the ones we love or even tell them that they matter, on a daily basis. We are so busy leading our hectic lives, that expressing things like these are pushed aside. A birthday is one day that you can really tell the person how much that person matters to you. It is a celebration because that person is special. Birthdays are only as special as the people who have them!
I belong to the second school of thought. If a person is important to me, I usually make a BIG effort to make the day truly special for them. Tomorrow is very special to me. It’s the birthday of the most important guy in my life—Satish.
I met him in 1995. This is the 14th birthday of his that we will be celebrating together. Each year I have done something really different and unique for him. One time I bought him a guitar and arranged for guitar lessons (Something he always wanted to do but was never getting the time for).Another time, I got him really professional art supplies and he loved it, as he used to be very good at pencil sketching but the rigorous demands of his career had made this talent of his take a back seat. He has made some wonderful sketches since then. Another time I made an entire book for him, replete with photos, paintings and happy memories that we shared together. Yet another time (it was his 32nd birthday) I sent him 32 handmade cards—I had made each card. We couldn’t be together that year, as he was overseas on work, and I was expecting our first child. He was delighted when he got 32 cards, all painted by me.
So I am writing this post, to tell him how very special he is to me.
As I was typing this, he called from the airport, saying that he is just waiting to be back home again. He asked me what I was doing and I said “Ummm—nothing” :-)