Hemmo everyone!
It’s Shmerson again. Yeah, I know – long time no see. So, it’s Mo’s birthday! At least here it is. The rest of you will have to wait a few hours, but who cares? Right now, Mo’s drunk for the first time in 6 months, and I’m just happy, or drunk-by-proxy (designated driver thankyouverymuch) and we’re waiting for our favorite show to finish downloading, and I’m writing my Shmersonette a birthday post!
September was always a beginning of a new year for us. Because of Rosh-Hashana (the beginning of a new year according to the Jewish calendar) which is usually in September, the beginning of school year when we were younger, and also because its the month with both mine and Shmersonette’s birthdays.
But I feel like we already started our new year, on May 27th. Without ever deciding that’s how it should be, I think of our anniversary as our new birthday, our new Rosh Hashana.
Let me explain: our first pregnancy started right after our wedding, yada yada yada (it’s a happy post and you know the story), and our last miscarriage was a little before our first anniversay. But ever since then: We had a very happy anniversary, I finally picked my major, and Mo made some career choices (still working on that), we bought a new and wonderful apartment (BTW- we signed the contract exactly a month after our anniversary). We sold our old apartment (BTW- guess when the buyer saw the apartment for the first time- exactly two months after our anniversary). Shmersonette had that surgery, which is also a good thing. We ran some tests and they all look very good. Things are looking great. It feels as if really all of the crappy things decided to happen during our first year as a married couple, and ever since the beginning of our second year we’ve had nothing but good luck and achievements.
So we’re in the middle of the Shmersons-year, and I just wish it continues to go as it’s been going. We’re going to move to a wonderful new apartment. I’m going to find a new job and so is Shmersonette. And sometime during the current Shmersons-year we’re going to have a BFP. This time it will be followed by seeing a heartbeat, feeling a kick. This time it’s going to end with a healthy baby. Not all of this will happen before May 27th, but some of it will, I truly believe it.
There’s something I wanted to tell you, Shmersonette. You say sometimes that you’re angry with your body for everything that has happened. I don’t think you should be.
What we’re trying to do here is unbelievable. It’s such a special thing to do that the Flying Spaghetti Monster, in its wisdom, decided that only women can do it. And only for about a third of their expected lifespan. Also, you can try starting it only during a few days each month. That’s how special it is.
And your body didn’t betray you. It was very very loyal to you. It told you things before the doctors knew. Three times it noticed that something was wrong, and three times it did what it had to do. I don’t want to think where we would be if your body wasn’t smart enough to notice something was wrong. That doesn’t make what happened less sad for us, but it’s good to know that we can count on your body’s loyalty and the wisdom of the FSM.
I admire your body, and I’m sorry I can’t take some of your pain. I could never do for you what you will eventually do for me. Isn’t this fact about your body amazing enough?
A few weeks ago, after a conversation similar to this post, I sent Shmersonette the lyrics to a song I like. It was written by Israeli singer-songwriter Noam Rotem for his wife who had cancer (she’s okay now). I give you that song, badly translated by me:
To the End of the Day
I want to get to the end of the day
Clouds in the sky meet in orange
There’s no need for a messiah or a rapture
Here’s what is promised when you’re with me
I see the flower and the human body
Stalactites of salt in caves by the sea
The way that snowflakes, like a magnificent puzzle
Are gathering piece by piece on the mountaintop
The way the grass shines when we make love
Every breath you take is like a musical note
I love every scar on that white body
As you bathe they shine in their beauty
Not letting me forget the creator’s wisdom
He heals and wounds, patches and breaks
As a star explodes and lights up the night
And all of it’s fireworks are freezing in the air
In letters of fire it writes the song for you in the sky
Because at the end of the day
Even it falls at your feet
Thank you Shmerson! You is my love!
AWE…..hang on to that man Mo!!!
That post is better than any birthday present you could buy!
Oooooh! I is loving some Shmerson! (Is that how you say it?) Ad meah v’esrim. MO, you have made my life so much better and I adore you. Enjoy this year and I can’t wait to see all of the good things that are coming your way! Xoxo
Mr Schmerson you made me cry a little bit there!! (in a good way), such a lovely post to your Schmersonette <3. Happy birthday Mo xoxox
Such a sweet, beautiful post! Happy birthday Mo!!
What a wonderful hubby you have!! 🙂 You two are the most awesome couple!! And I just know you’re going to be the coolest and best parents one day!!
A VERY BIG HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU MO!!!! 🙂
You rock!!
xxxx
Happy Birthday Mo!
Could you be even more perfect Mr Mo?! That was just gorgeous. Now for Mo HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPYY BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!
Did I get carried away? Maybe but you deserve it! 🙂
Mr Mo? LOL!
Sweet!
Happy Birthday Mo =) Have a fabulous day!
Happy birthday Mo!!!
Thanks for the awesome post, Shmerson 🙂
Such a beautiful post
Happy birthday from one Libra to another….
Thanks for all the Bday wishes ladies!
xoxo
What a great post. I am blubbering over here! Happy Birthday!
That was incredibly sweet, Shmerson. Mo, you are a lucky lady! Also, Mo and Darcy have the same birthday 🙂 Happy Birthday, Mo.
I really like what you said reminding her of what her body can, did and will do for her. And the song is beautiful.
xoxo to you both.
Oh wow, what a special, beautiful, wonderful birthday post.
Happy Birthday! And what a sweet post, now I’m crying a little…
Oh my word, you’re just the sweetest, Shmerson (ha! Mr. Mo! love it). I’m so happy she has you and you have her. You are both so blessed!
love!
happy birthday! your husband is amazing! I am verklempt reading his post! WoW! you two are wonderful!!
Awwwww…… Schmerson is the cutest EVER!!!! I’m kindof in love with your hubs, Mo. You may need to rescind that tour-guide offer 🙂