I turned 35 yesterday.
John was due home from work and I got a call.
"Jo, I'm okay, but . . . "
A lot of things can flash through your mind with an opening like that. No good news is ever preceded by that phrase.
Turns out he rear-ended a car which had just rear-ended the car in front of it. Hopefully not a huge deal. One police report and a dented front license plate later, he made it home with birthday flowers.
It was a funny (odd, not haha) birthday with a swine flu diagnosis, a cancelled evening, a fire scare, and a car accident. But it was also a sweet one with homemade cards, thoughtful gifts from John, and a pumpkin pie with crooked candles.
I didn't have to make a birthday wish. My wishes had already come true. There are a lot worse phrases that don't start out with the words, "I'm okay."
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