Every day is special to someone for some reason...
I remember when I was 20 and lost my grandfather and flew home to Ireland to bury him, and I remember being in the back of the car looking at everyone else and being struck by the fact that it was an ordinary day for everyone else who had not lost someone special and was burying them that day...
When we got to the graveyard which is an historical one in Dublin called Glasnevin, and there were two very casual men standing by the gates with shovels over their shoulders and I looked horrified at them and one of my wiseguy brothers responded to my non verbal question by saying *oh he's not the grave digger, he's just filling in for his friend* Using humor to dissapate the sorrow and tension...it worked :-)
Today was a smaller level special day for my daughter, it sounds silly but today I let her shave her legs for the first time :-) I always told her that she would have to wait until he was 12 which sounded like it was a long time off and guess what, here it is......
I am both happy and sad.... when you have kids, you lose them a little every day, and that's the way it's supposed to be... you are supposed to raise them to be independent...
But it's the way it is isn't it
Joan