Tomorrow, on the 27th day of January, 2011, my daughter... Motherless... will turn 14 years old.
I wanted to take her out for dinner tomorrow, to commemorate the day with her. She said she couldn't because her father wanted to make her dinner. I can't help myself. I'm disappointed.
We are having a date tonight, though. It's just that I am a sentimental weirdo when it comes to anniversaries... dates... numbers... etc. Truth be told, I'd like to have breakfast with her, so that way, at 7:43am, the EXACT hour she was born into my arms... I can look into her hazel-green-sometimes-brown-eyes and smile with amazement, then tell her... "I'm proud of you."
That's not going to happen.
I will think of her, and I will text her at 7:43am.
But I don't know when, after tonight, I'll get to see those beautiful eyes. Or her soft freckles. Or that ever changing bright smile. I don't know when she will let me back in.
Because I am a stickler for dates... I will write her Birthday Tribute tomorrow.
Tonight we will have dinner and I will give her the gifts that I spent a lot of thought in picking out. One is a book that I read when I was around her age that meant a lot to me. I wish I still had my original copy, I'd give her that... Anyway, she liked Go Ask Alice, when I bought that for her, so I am going to try it again. This time I am gifting her: Jonathan Livingston Seagull. It's a beautiful book. She's currently very interested in birds as her newest pet is a parakeet.
The second gift is a DVD copy of Harold and Maude. I know she loves this cult classic. (One of) my favorite scenes is with the seagulls... the "glorious birds"... Anyway... I spent a lot of thought figuring out what to do this year. I didn't want to just go the iTunes gift card route.
I'm putting her gifts in a reusable gift bag that I got from one of my very sweetest friends, Cat. It has van Gogh's Starry Night on it. Which happens to be one of her favorite paintings... or at least it used to be.
So, it really feels like a date.
I need to shower.
I'm going to shave.
I'm hoping for a kiss.