Today is my birthday. Birthday's aren't a huge deal for me, I sort of think the making a big deal over your birthday is reserved for children, or it should be. Perhaps the occasional "big" birthday, like 21 or 40 deserves some recognition.
My husband and I have been separated going on three months now. It has its moments, but so far things are going pretty smoothly. We continue to work together, which I know wouldn't work for everyone but strangely enough it works fine for us. In some ways I think it has even been helpful. It has been helpful as far as the fact that we still spend quite a bit of time around each other, not allowing me to slip back into a fantasy world where I forget all the reasons we should not be together.
Last night at work I reminded him that it was my birthday, assuming correctly that he'd have no idea. He told me happy birthday, and I thanked him. We got to discussing the fact that when we married he was the age I am today. He said to me, "Those were the happiest days of my life." I felt tears come to my eyes when he said that. I told him that was the nicest thing he'd ever said to me. And it was.
It is easy to have a little nostalgia for the "good old days." Never in a million years did I think this is where we would be today. It makes me so very sad.