I had a birthday earlier this month. Not a big affair for me ever, and even less of an event since Kevin died. A nice dinner, lots of well wishes and an early night. The day passed and I went in to work as usual the next day.
Always my day begins with a trip to the cafeteria for my cup of tea. That day, as I stood at the cash to pay for my tea, the cashier said to me, “You know there’s something written on your shoulder. You’ve got chalk on your shoulder.” I had on a royal blue sweater and I glanced at my shoulder but I couldn’t quite read the word there. “It says ‘love’. Someone wrote love on your shirt.” She’s a sweet girl that I see everyday, so with familiarity she pulled me over and tried to brush off my shirt. Finally satisfied, she let me go, laughing that someone would do such a thing.
i walked back to my desk where I was stopped along the way by yet another co-worker who said, “You know you have the word love written on your shoulder, don’t you.” She, too, tried to brush it off but I stopped her, saying “Don’t bother, Liz already tried to get it off, that’s as good as it gets.” Frankly, I didn’t want it brushed off at that point, I felt like it was a message for me. You see I had originally planned on wearing that top on my birthday but opted at the last minute for a heavier sweater since the day was so darn cold.
Who has chalk around the house? That’s what it was written in, nice white teacher-type chalk. Kevin was a teacher. So in my crazy world, to me, that message in chalk was a gift from my husband, from Kevin, for me on my birthday. Love that I can wear everywhere and anywhere. It was a visible mark, a written word for the world to see, and a reminder to me that I carry his love with me for ever and always; love that is there whether I see it or not.
Crazy story, puzzling coincidence, and absolutely true. The best birthday gift ever.