Blessed Love

Everyday is precious.

Everyday is equally precious.

I wanted to treat this day as ordinary as possible. I wanted to have a wonderful ordinary day. I am blessed for everything that I have.

However, 34 years ago, my mother gave birth to me. That makes today is more precious than any other day. She risked her life to give a life to me, her first ever child, a precious love of her and my Papa.


On Blackberry Messenger, my buddies sent me birthday wishes since I haven't opened my eyes until now. On Facebook *smile, thanks for social media, everybody knows*, my wall has been poured with lovely birthday wishes. From my cousin in Adelaide, all my Balinese cousins, uncles, aunts all over Indonesia, friends and clients from all over the world.

At office, my team gave a surprise, called for a briefing at meeting room, in where a cute birthday cake with candles lit. I did not expect it; surely I appreciated the effort.

At home, my kids, the boyz, they are always be... my precious. My hubby, as always, wants to give the best for me. I insisted that I did not want any birthday gift. The reason is because he always let me or buy me, anything I want (based on our $$ circumstances, for sure), at any time of the year. He turned on the alarm at midnight, woke me up with the first birthday wish and kiss. He arranged a family dinner for tonight with my parents. Finally, on the way to work, he gave me two options of birthday gift which I should not turn down. I just love him too much, as much as he does.