O.K. so this is not a picture of me getting a massage but trust me tomorrow I will look just like this gal, here in the photo. Actually, I will probably be snoring. I was given a gift certificate for an all day spa experience. I had put that on my vision board. I really didn't see it happening anytime soon but here it is. My friends at The Conservatory Day Spa lovingly gave me the gift. How great is that?
Mike and I celebrate the day we met 27 years ago and became best friends. It is a tomorrow. We met September 10, 1982, I was only 3 at the time. OK, I was 19 and he was 22. We were babies. I like this anniversary better than my wedding day.It celebrates us as people together rather than joined at the hip being married. Not that there is anything wrong with that. I like this one better because Mike and I have been there for each other every time we needed to be. It is rare to be able to say that about someone you were not originally related too. This anniversary celebrates Mike and I as best friends.
The spa day couldn't come at a better time for me. Since working on the house my ever aging body has rebelled. I wake up completely stiff every morning and spend a good half hour stretching trying to get the kinks out.I groan and sigh deeply. If I put all the cracking , creaking and sounds coming from me to music I could produce an entire CD. Of course no one would want to listen to it, but I could do it.
Tomorrow I will spend the day being pampered, buffed and polish so that I can go out with my boyfriend/husband and drink wine, eat good food and fall in love with him all over again. I might even buy a lottery ticket, because these kind of magical days don't happen often, but when they do, I am more than happy to be grateful and saturated.