Belated wishes to myself. A birthday review.

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May 25th. Rania's birthday.
Wishes from my beloved ones: the first one came from my youngest son early in the morning, right after I woke him up for school.
Then my sister's wishes came through a cell phone message a little after 11.00a. m. She never forgets. Her birthday is on the 26th, so I never forget hers either.
The next was from my older son, with a beautiful bunch of flowers he'd collected from his grandma's garden. (Thank God she didn't see didn't catch him redhanded!) and a couple of songs he played on his guitar for me. That was something! No wishes from my sweetheart; he was away.Only a short conversation on the phone.
My older sister came over in the evening. She brought my mother too, who had forgotten about it for the first time in my life. Anyway, my sisters, my sons and I celebrated with a pizza-bithday cake (two mouthwatering pizzas instead of a cake. I'd missed pizza so much!) and red wine.
Presents: none on that day, except from my son's flowers. Three days later, I received a bautiful pot with a pink hortansia sent by my mother. I asked my sisters for the Muse latest CD anyway.
A big surprise: The number of wishes from my facebook, inkwell and myspace friends.Thank you all! I value every single word!
Bottom line: it was the first time I didn't give myself a birthday present. I aways use to do a little something for me on that day. A beauty treatment, a new handbag, a new book. But this time I've been preety preoccupied with other things. Things that are going on and I can't control. Things that affect my life. Things that left me wonder how I have let them into my life. It's been a hard month for me.   I should at least wish my self. Better late than never.