They say that diamonds are a girl’s best friend, and exquisite perfume is probably not too far behind in the “pecking order”.
This weekend past, Janet, my beautiful partner and mother to our equally beautiful son, TomO, celebrated a significant milestone by turning fifty-years young!
Anyone who knows Janet would be in disbelief, unless they were aware, and of course it gives weight to my view that “how old would you be, if you didn’t know how old you were”?
Never mind, she is not fazed by it, and nor should she be as every year she blossoms even more so than the last, like a rose, timeless, delicate…
Not that she is a wallflower, not by any measure, we’ve jumped out of planes together, chasing each other across the wild blue sky, we’ve leaped tall buildings in a single-bound in a race to the ground, she always wins…
We celebrated in style with a cocktail party, “glammed-up” with family and friends.
Yes, I did buy a brand new black Tee shirt for the event.
And Janet loves a party, I wouldn’t call her a party girl, but she loves being around wonderful family and friends, all of whom adore her.
Crikey, didn’t I luck out by living next-door to Janet, yes, Janet was literally the “girl next door” and our coming together simply developed over time.
But how is this, Janet is a wonderful gardener and mows our lawn each week, strewth, if I was to go near the lawn mower I would incur her wrath, okay, a slap on the wrist…
Seriously, going down to see Bluey and the boy’s at the local footy club for a few beers is quite okay, but don’t you go touching that lawn mower Baz!
Anyway, in amongst the birthday celebrations, Janet and I held each other, and remembered that day thirty years ago, yes on her birthday, when I asked her to marry me!
Most people were surprised and didn’t actually know until I gave a small speech!
She said “yes”, phew!
I never buy lottery tickets, or gamble, after all my luck was all used up on that beautiful day…
I shared our story, of giving Janet a bottle of Chanel No. 5 perfume on that birthday, and there was a quip from the gathered that I must have flogged it, ‘cause there was no way I could have afforded it back then!
It was worth every cent I scratched together, and every birthday since that is what I have given Janet on her birthday.
But a couple of weeks ago, I asked here, “what do I buy you on this very special occasion”?
Janet looked at me, in her cheeky little way and said, “you know, it is traditional, I wouldn’t want anything else”!
So sweetie, Chanel No. 30 it is!