You know, my mother always told me my own birthday was like a Polish wedding... it went on and on for days and days and days (since my dad is Polish, she was allowed to say that). I think this year it is Beloved's turn to enjoy the festival-birthday.
So Tuesday night we had dinner, and the subject of the dinner was "our story" (by request of the other friends). We told it... I was surprised how shy Beloved was about it. Of course, it involves me being very raw and confused at the breakup of my marriage. But then... this revelation, this person I had known a long time but who I really only began to know... this knowing of myself in a new way... I think of our story and I'm filled with joy.
At some point I was able to introduce my garden into the conversation. The other folks eagerly "bit," and so......
EEEEK! A hummingbird.... the first I've seen..... rght outside my dining room window!!!!
[And now we return to our regularly scheduled blogpost]
We left the restaurant in two cars. As Beloved and I drove to my house I asked her, Why so shy about our story? Doesn't it make you happy? And it came out that she has been worried from the beginning that I was too inexperienced (well, I was), that I was on the rebound (true that), and that I only hooked up with her because she was the first girl I met.
This last floored me. I reminded her of something she said to me when we first started seeing each other, something I have said to her as well.
I've waited my whole life for you.
We arrived at my house, and the colored lights lit up the porch so beautifully. I jumped out of the car and ran inside for the cake (kj, you are right... there is no "over-the-top" where chocolate cake is concerned. There is only better and better and better...) and the champagne. We used PowerPuff girls napkins left over from a birthday party of yore. We sat on my porch and enjoyed the cool of the evening and laughed (not too uproariously). Beloved, who claims to hate surprises, had that glowing look of someone who is enjoying being appreciated.
End, day 1 Birthday.
I have been telling Beloved for weeks that I was taking her somewhere for her birthday, someplace very special. Due to her weird phobia of all things spa-like (don't ask... I haven't a clue) I have taken to teasing her about kelp wraps and sea salt rubs, just for the fun of watching her eyes get all wide and spooked. She became so paranoid that she finally said, You have to tell me as soon as I get in the car where we're going so I can jump out if I need to. I said, fine.
Yesterday at 3 I picked her up. In the car was a cooler filled with Sri Wasano's Infamous Indonesian Rice Salad (from here), Chicken Salad with Grapes and Pecans and Minty Pea Salad (from here), and a bottle of Ménage a Trois White wine; also a bag filled with a few small gifts (a book, and a movie that had been recommended to me on this blog, a poster of Josephine Baker), and in the visor over the passenger seat, tickets to a concert. No details of the concert; it would give my location away (though we had to drive several hours to get there). Let me just say, it was a woman singer/ songwriter, a blues and rock singer extraordinaire, and an absolute favorite of Beloved's. She looked at me with that Christmas-morning-I-got-a-pony look, and we were off... for several hours of driving through gorgeous countryside, on a beautiful day, for a fabulous concert and picnic.
Of course I want to celebrate this woman. I've waited my whole life for her.
Yay hummingbirds! I saw my first one just a few weeks ago, up in the mountains of Colorado.
Yay Ménage a Trois wine! Tim, Ray and I shared a bottle shortly after I moved out here...it was too funny not to. Also, pretty good wine.
Oh, I so totally love this story. I have lived my own version of it--complete with hummingbirds. I got all tingly when I read "I've waited my whole life for you" because that is EXACTLY how my BP and I feel (so of course I sent it to her and hopefully this will post before she reads it, Hi Honey! (waves madly))
It also reminds me of an Indigo Girls song, with the lyrics
Now the parking lot is empty
Everyone's gone someplace
I pick you up and in the trunk I've packed
A cooler and a two-day suitcase
Cause there's a place we like to drive
Way out in the country
Five miles out of the city limit we're singing
And your hand's upon my knee
So we're okay, we're fine
Baby I'm here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played on your heart
We'll look at them together then we'll take them apart
Adding up the total of a love that's true
Multiply life by the power of two
If you and your beloved get out to Southern California, Cecilia, let us know. I think there's a bottle of wine we need to share.
Kate, I love the fact that it's from Folie a Deux vineyards!
IT, I just love that song, it had slipped to the back of my mental playlist, but yes, how perfect! And you are on... should we ever be in your neck of the woods.
And to think I'd never looked at the name of the company that made the stuff...
So one way or another, it's perfect for the lot of us. :)
"Of course I want to celebrate this woman. I've waited my whole life for her." How few of us ever get to say this about our partners in life. I loved hearing about the two-day celebration. There was so much love in giving and receiving. Thank you, Cecilia, for sharing with us.
Great post! Happy (belated) Birthday!
Great post. Happy birthday to her and joy to you both!
Cecilia, sounds as if everything went off wonderfully well. Blessings to both of you.
Hmmm, a poster of Josephine Baker - nice. This extended birthday party sounds lovely.
You write beautifully, Cecilia.
Thanks for the post, Cecillia.
Yes, good chocolate cake should be like Heaven -- better and better and better and better....
As I read your post, my iTunes shuffle was playing, "The Very Thought of You"...how appropriate. You are such a sweet romantic that I love getting these glimpses of your life...lush, like magnificently open roses.
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