A Touching Gesture

Our household help gave me this bouquet of roses and a handmade greeting card. There were five of them who signed on the card. It was a simple greeting of happy birthday with well-wishes. But it really touched me, knowing that they labored on this and spent good money to get me that bouquet.

I saw this bouquet this morning. I didnt see it last night coming from my wonderful date with blogger-crush. I didnt open the lights because ex was sleeping soundly on the sofabed. when i saw it, though, i was half-wondering whether it came from him. so i had to confirm with the help since there was a card beside it. stupid me to almost think he would have given the roses.

but i had a great, memorable birthday celebration. okay, it was kinda weird when i woke up to see ex was there. i was able to leave before he woke up. i went to Mass with my parents. Then i had a morning meeting. Then i had lunch again with my folks and my secretary/confidante.

in the afternoon, i squeezed in some personal training sessions with my instructor. then i met up with blogger-crush. we had dinner at a secluded date place, italian menu, wine cellar setting with amorsolo type paintings (?). hehe. it was a first date and i had so much fun listening to him and just being with him... sigh. that was very nice.