Before you were formed I knew you.
For the plans I have for you are good and not of evil to bring you to an expected end.
This morning, Mr Lover asked me what I wanted again for my birthday.
I said holiday.
He said December.
I said give me cash.
He said, I already ordered your present, I don't know if it will arrive before then.
Me- whatever you do. Make me excited.
Him: You are always excited.
Again this year- I have no idea what I want for my birthday.
Contentment or just plain confused.
I have been happy most of the year.
And I'm even happier still about my news - that I'm not ready to share yet.
So for my birthday- what do I want this year?
Cases of moscato. I think. I really do not know.