So, according to my kids, I turn “old” today. It’s not the best time of year for me. Instead of focusing on all the negatives, I’m going to share a couple wonderful things that have happened to me on this day in history.
First off, my beautiful Freya (pictured above) was rescued from certain death at a shelter in Alaska. I adopted her just a few days later. I think I shared this story with you before. But for those of you who don’t know, I’ll tell it again.
Five years ago in Alaska, my now ex-fiance and I decided to get a dog. In reality, I decided to get a dog and he just wasn’t going to say no. Of course, we lived in an apartment at the time so we were looking for a small dog. I was surfing around that Christmas looking to see if a small dog would find it’s way into a shelter up there and need to be adopted. No such luck! Small dogs rarely make it to the pound there. Just big dogs.
However, on this particular night, I stumbled across the Last Chance page. This is a page where adoptable dogs are listed at one of the shelters a week before they’re due to be euthanized. Pretty Freya was on that page. She was scheduled to be destroyed that day. Being late at night, I knew I couldn’t call the number listed next to her picture. I began to hope that Alaska was like Washington and the dogs set to be destroyed on Christmas would be given a reprieve for a day. (No such luck!) So, when I woke the next morning, I called the number. No answer. I tried later that afternoon. Still no answer. Then, the next day, bright and early, the phone rang. It was the head of a rescue group in the MatSu Valley in Alaska. She said that Freya had been rescued and that yes, she was still up for adoption. I was so happy and relieved that I cried. That beautiful dog was alive! I made plans to go meet her the next week and she soon came home with me. To this day, Freya is my heart dog. She and I were meant for each other.
Then two years ago tonight (morning really- it was after midnight), as I was checking out at the grocery store, I bought a bottle of wine. The cashier carded me and didn’t even comment on it being my birthday. Now, I had just spent a good chunk of the night at work arranging a bbq at work as the person that was going to throw it called out sick. (Yes, I arranged my own bday party essentially. ) I was feeling pretty bummed about that and the cashier not even saying anything about my birthday. As I went out to my car, this shiny object next to it caught my attention. Upon investigation, I discovered it was a balloon, rain soaked but inflated still. More, it said “Happy Birthday” and had a picture of Scooby Doo on it. I brought it home and once it dried off and warmed up, I discovered it was fully inflated when it floated up to the ceiling. Now, was that the Universe trying to tell me that things are looking up? That I’m not forgot about?
Later on that day, I wrote the following for a blog I had long ago and far away:
“Every year since I can remember, it’s snowed on my brother’s bday (Jan 7th) here in WA. Even if it was just two flakes falling out of the sky! Never has it snowed on my bday during my lifetime here. Three white Xmas’s, but the snow would melt before my bday. All I ever wanted for my bday here in WA was snow. Well, a friend of mine just called to say it’s snowing! Snow mixed with rain, but it’s still snow! Miracles do happen! And they’re happening to me today!”
And two years ago something additionally wonderful happened! CP, who I had not met in person yet, sent flowers to me at work for my birthday! It was the first time in 11 years I hadn’t had to buy my own flowers. And, it was the start of something wonderful.
That was a magical birthday and the start of a new path for my life. I hope this birthday will be just as magical and wonderful!
Happy Birthday to me!