The other day I celebrated my first ever birthday without my father being around.
Without his inevitable phone call: an hour long ramble covering all manner of issues, from popular TV shows to world politics, usually ending with a dissection of the current state of advertising.
My birthday was always a good excuse for he and I to catch up.
This year, the lack of that important element hit home.
Especially when people asked me what I wanted for my birthday. Plants? Books? An iPad2??
It made me stop and think.
And realise what I'll be asking for each year from now.
(Warning: this gets a bit soppy...)
- To see and hold the people I love.
- To experience the warmth of friendship. (Facebook’s birthday reminders do a great job of helping people feel great.)
- To be pain free. (I know. This seems random. But how many of us ever really appreciate the feeling of feeling 'nothing' I wonder? The definition of bliss.)
That’s it.
It’s the small stuff that’s important.
Only, the small stuff isn’t small at all.
It’s all that really matters.
So. What's your small stuff?
