On my birthday of all days...

Well I had the surprise to beat all surprises. I wasn't really building up to this birthday as I have in the past. It was just 22. Nothing new, not really any more respect as an adult from 21. I was just kind of letting it pass as a mostly normal day expect maybe a little gift or two from my husband. Birthdays just haven't been the same since I haven't been celebrating them with my twin sister, with whom I had celebrated 19 of our birthdays. My family was planning a little party for the weekend so that was the party to celebrate my 22nd year of life. That was fine with me. I thought, maybe a dinner with my husband and a gift that I'd been hinting at for a couple weeks. Nothing too out of the ordinary. So the night before my birthday I started to get a little blue. I guess I just started to think that if this is the one day that things can be a little different from everyday life, why shouldn't it be. This is the time to party right? No kids, easy job, I wanted 22 to be a day to celebrate. So I was grumpy and annoyed that my husband didn't plan something for me. I kept him up for about an hour, sweetly lecturing him on my needs and wants from him. I don't know why I ever feel like I can say things like this, as he puts me first in everything he does. I just am not a night person and I say things I shouldn't. As I was talking he just took it all. I don't even want to think about what I said because of what was about to happen. We went to sleep and I woke up to a whisper, "happy birthday honey." I had almost forgot it was my birthday. I went to the kitchen to fix his lunch and was sitting at the table alone wondering what to do with my long day off by myself. I was looking at mail from yesterday scattered on the table wondering if I wanted to tidy up or not, when I got and unusually loud knock on the door I assumed was from the land lord telling me to move my car for road work or something. I was rather embarrased to answer the door since I was fresh our of bed. I cautiously looked out to find a crouched figure that looked like. . . was it really. . . yes it was. . . it really was my TWIN SISTER! She was here on our "birthday of all days"( it s quote from the movie "Clifford" starring Martain Short.) It was like she just came down the street for a visit. I had no idea of all the planning and secret keeping that had been in the works for 4 months. This is just like my sister, alway thinking of something you'd never expect. When I saw her I cried. Party because of her presence and because I knew how much my husband probably just wanted to tell me that everything would just turn out when I was whining the night before. He and my sister have the tightest lips of anyone I know.
There's so much to say, but I guess I just have to say that what I thought was going to be another ho-hum day at home turned out to be a day I will never forget my whole life. A day with my sister and her husband and a night my my amazing husband (who of course had a perfect night planned for the two of us. It was perfect.)
I love my sister and really had to fight to not cry the whole way home from the airport. Sometimes I get really homesick when she's not with me. I so grateful for my husband. He not only makes my life better everyday, but he supports my love to my sister.
So I guess it ended up being a pretty good birthday, contrary to my previous thoughts, not to mention the party today with the fam. My family is so sweet. My sister planned a fun dinner and a spectacular cake was made my my brother and his wife. I am really lucky for the family I have here. It was a little weird to not have melody there, but I'm sure they'll celebrate with out me in Utah. I think with that kind of arrival to my 22nd year, it will be a fun age.