Pilar's birthday is not celebrated in a normal way, like most normal people. It was more like a feast of several days, type Easter, Semana Santa, or Christmas. The reason I say this is very simple: we did several celebrations, because one of the few dogmas of faith that we have maintained throughout our history together has always been to not mix, or drink, or friends, or family . That philosophy
forced us to keep the custom of celebrating the birthday in several phases. If the February 28 fell on a normal day on weekdays The ceremony was held most dear, their parents, Sergio when he arrived, and I eat at home, the resulting cake or cakes, and gifts. The gifts, it is understood that he did his parents and I, because the rest of the family made them the first weekend I had after the actual birthday.
A Pilar loves to make gifts. It was impossible to hide the joy I felt when someone gave him something wrapped in gift paper. I have not met another person who enjoyed both opening envelopes. Laughed with enthusiasm, like a little girl, discovered what they discovered inside the package. Grateful with the same smile a fashion watch, bag, or a gadget for massaging the neck. Well, this latest monstrosity, I gave myself (who else could give other nonsense like that?), The fact is that eventually returning, because the first one came out ronchones massage in the neck that took several days to disappear. He could be all day investigating, asking one and all what was going to fall, and even looking in the cupboards to see if he discovered the packages. Once I discovered doing this, and turned red as a tomato. On another occasion, he discovered what was inside the package shaking. Pilar was, in short, an expert on the subject gifts. Always very grateful, it was a pleasure to give him anything, anything silly. She was smiling and happy as if he had given the world's most famous diamond.
's birthday, February 28, the phone began to ring first thing in the morning, and did not stop throughout the day. It was incredible. His family called just about everyone. I had never seen anything like it. Accustomed as I am to my birthday pass unnoticed, Pilar hallucinating when I saw all day glued to the phone, with that smile and that goodness always showed when talking to someone. Not only received calls family. Friends, neighbors, coworkers ... Everyone remembered perfectly Pilar's birthday.
The following weekend celebrating the second part of the ceremony, with my family and sometimes their own if it was not able to celebrate the birthday itself. Was usually a luncheon or dinner, usually at home, with dishes prepared by Pilar, who was a great cook, as you know many of you, especially those who have had the opportunity to prove it. The celebration had just the same way as the official day, with the giving of gifts, if we could contain the excitement of Pilar. On many occasions we could, and Pilar was already opening presents before the guests finish their coats off.
One of the two days next weekend so we reserved to celebrate the birthday with friends. On this occasion, especially at the beginning, we used to be, on any terrace of El Pardo, a place we used to go well, influenced by Montse and her boyfriend, Javier, who quite liked that town. In recent years we managed to match two birthday celebrations, the Pilar and our friend Jose, who turns the years shortly after Pilar. I have very recent memory of the wonderful lunches and dinners we did Loli's house and Joseph, or ours, which went on until the wee hours of the morning, and in which we could not stop laughing for a single second, out at the expense of what was usually at the expense of the years met by Pilar and Jose. Loli quickly grabbed the hang of Pilar, and I can say with authority that the gifts that made him always loved.
He concluded with twenty Pilar birthday, no more, no less, and twenty keep some memory, some feeling, some joy or sorrow, if not at home, as has happened several times over the years in which worked outside of Madrid. An ephemeral worth, knowing full well that in order week would the mass celebration of the event. Have been twenty-filled birthday gifts, kisses, thanks, phone calls, cards, hugs and happiness. Were also twenty birthday full of flowers.
Pilar The first year I celebrated his birthday with me when we had just started dating, he managed to insinuate that he loved the orchids. That marked a practice that has endured to the end: the gift of flowers. The first orchid, which made its appearance on his birthday, on Valentine's Day, the day of Pilar and any other time that happened to me, gave way to the roses, mixed bouquets and on one occasion, a bouquet of tulips or not we lasted three days. At Christmas, there was always a poinsettia home, most of the time gained by his mother. The ritual was always the same: Pilar was thrilled to receive the bouquet, and after asking me get on the couch to catch the vase we had in the highest part of the library. A little water, and the branch head of the table for as long lasting. How to receive the bouquet was also almost always the same: the charge at the florist on call, and I sent home mid-morning, usually with my card in which he said one these sentences, more or less cheesy, which they say when presented a bouquet of flowers.
Wherever you are, Pilar, I want you to have a happy birthday.
forced us to keep the custom of celebrating the birthday in several phases. If the February 28 fell on a normal day on weekdays The ceremony was held most dear, their parents, Sergio when he arrived, and I eat at home, the resulting cake or cakes, and gifts. The gifts, it is understood that he did his parents and I, because the rest of the family made them the first weekend I had after the actual birthday.
A Pilar loves to make gifts. It was impossible to hide the joy I felt when someone gave him something wrapped in gift paper. I have not met another person who enjoyed both opening envelopes. Laughed with enthusiasm, like a little girl, discovered what they discovered inside the package. Grateful with the same smile a fashion watch, bag, or a gadget for massaging the neck. Well, this latest monstrosity, I gave myself (who else could give other nonsense like that?), The fact is that eventually returning, because the first one came out ronchones massage in the neck that took several days to disappear. He could be all day investigating, asking one and all what was going to fall, and even looking in the cupboards to see if he discovered the packages. Once I discovered doing this, and turned red as a tomato. On another occasion, he discovered what was inside the package shaking. Pilar was, in short, an expert on the subject gifts. Always very grateful, it was a pleasure to give him anything, anything silly. She was smiling and happy as if he had given the world's most famous diamond.
's birthday, February 28, the phone began to ring first thing in the morning, and did not stop throughout the day. It was incredible. His family called just about everyone. I had never seen anything like it. Accustomed as I am to my birthday pass unnoticed, Pilar hallucinating when I saw all day glued to the phone, with that smile and that goodness always showed when talking to someone. Not only received calls family. Friends, neighbors, coworkers ... Everyone remembered perfectly Pilar's birthday.
The following weekend celebrating the second part of the ceremony, with my family and sometimes their own if it was not able to celebrate the birthday itself. Was usually a luncheon or dinner, usually at home, with dishes prepared by Pilar, who was a great cook, as you know many of you, especially those who have had the opportunity to prove it. The celebration had just the same way as the official day, with the giving of gifts, if we could contain the excitement of Pilar. On many occasions we could, and Pilar was already opening presents before the guests finish their coats off.
One of the two days next weekend so we reserved to celebrate the birthday with friends. On this occasion, especially at the beginning, we used to be, on any terrace of El Pardo, a place we used to go well, influenced by Montse and her boyfriend, Javier, who quite liked that town. In recent years we managed to match two birthday celebrations, the Pilar and our friend Jose, who turns the years shortly after Pilar. I have very recent memory of the wonderful lunches and dinners we did Loli's house and Joseph, or ours, which went on until the wee hours of the morning, and in which we could not stop laughing for a single second, out at the expense of what was usually at the expense of the years met by Pilar and Jose. Loli quickly grabbed the hang of Pilar, and I can say with authority that the gifts that made him always loved.
He concluded with twenty Pilar birthday, no more, no less, and twenty keep some memory, some feeling, some joy or sorrow, if not at home, as has happened several times over the years in which worked outside of Madrid. An ephemeral worth, knowing full well that in order week would the mass celebration of the event. Have been twenty-filled birthday gifts, kisses, thanks, phone calls, cards, hugs and happiness. Were also twenty birthday full of flowers.
Pilar The first year I celebrated his birthday with me when we had just started dating, he managed to insinuate that he loved the orchids. That marked a practice that has endured to the end: the gift of flowers. The first orchid, which made its appearance on his birthday, on Valentine's Day, the day of Pilar and any other time that happened to me, gave way to the roses, mixed bouquets and on one occasion, a bouquet of tulips or not we lasted three days. At Christmas, there was always a poinsettia home, most of the time gained by his mother. The ritual was always the same: Pilar was thrilled to receive the bouquet, and after asking me get on the couch to catch the vase we had in the highest part of the library. A little water, and the branch head of the table for as long lasting. How to receive the bouquet was also almost always the same: the charge at the florist on call, and I sent home mid-morning, usually with my card in which he said one these sentences, more or less cheesy, which they say when presented a bouquet of flowers.
Wherever you are, Pilar, I want you to have a happy birthday.
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