Loving Lola

The hardest birthday I have had was seven years ago. Scott and I had just moved to Las Vegas a few weeks prior and I had started a new job one day prior. This was it, the first birthday Lora and I had ever been apart. I was stuck at a desk all day with nothing to do but think about my sister and the fall leaves back home. I wished teleporting was real and surely we talked via phone on the hour, every hour.

Five o'clock rolled around and I was so glad to see Scott when he picked me up. We didn't know the area restaurants well yet but I was in the mood for Chinese. Scott obliged while reminding me all Chinese food looks like it was dipped in snot. I asked him if I had gotten anything in the mail that day. He sadly said, "I didn't check it." My stomach hurt but I tried to be upbeat on the way home. I think I failed.

When I opened the door to our stucco apartment there was a tower of priority mail blocking the entry way. This was the only time Scott lied to me and it was great. I got presents from everyone in my family, wrapped individually. I didn't even care what they were just that they were from home. Scott and I ate cake and laughed together at how grumpy I had been before. There would be more birthdays together with her. I was sure of it because I couldn't stand the thought of the opposite. It was the hardest birthday in many ways but one of the only ones I remember in detail. Scott turned it into something special for me.

Now we are getting old and Lora is having a baby girl! I am glad we are back.