Geburtstagskind in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Today is Hans’s (TFMS’s son) birthday. It’s actually his GOLDEN BIRTHDAY (turning 8 on May 8th).

Last night, TFMS and I both came home from business trips. We ate a little snack and then got in bed to call it a day. He set his alarm for midnight (7am in Germany) and called Hans shortly thereafter so we could send our birthday wishes.

Hans was sooooooo cute with his “Thank You!” when I wished him Happy Birthday in English, and then “DANKE!” when I wished him a Happy Golden Birthday in German (with TFMS’s help, of course!). We sent him a package last month, and he will open it today. And TFMS will call again to see how the Birthday Boy’s day was.

I hope that TFMS is okay today. I know that he’s sad that he can’t be there for his kids’ birthdays, and it breaks my heart. This is year #2.

Can you imagine? I can’t. There’s so much to say, but the right words fail me. I have a hard time comforting TFMS in times such as these because I can’t relate to the things he must be feeling. All I can do is be there for support and be a good partner.

And TFMS is strong in front of me. When I brought him his coffee this morning, he woke with a smile and a hug (just like every day), and we talked about it being Hans’s Golden Day and I asked TFMS to explain it to Hans when they talked again. And then we went about our morning just like any other day.

Perhaps I dwell on the sadness more than anyone else involved? I guess all one can do is make the most of any given situation. I guess it’s just like TFMS says…

“One day, they’ll understand.”

Happy 8th Birthday, Little Hans.