Celebration

Ever think about birthdays? I don't mean like worrying about what you're going to get whoever for their next one, or even trying to remember everybody's. I mean the concept of birthdays in general. Why do we celebrate them? It's a seemingly easy question. We celebrate birthdays to show the ones we love that we're glad they were born. Wait...we do it to show the ones we love we're glad they're alive. Ummm...to do something nice for someone so we'll get laid? Not such an easy question, is it? Actually, it can be all those things, or it can be something different for different people, and it depends on whose birthday they're celebrating.

For me, there's a certain birthday that's almost inexpressibly special, but I'll attempt the words anyway, albeit briefly.

Today, I celebrate the existance of the most incredible person I have ever had the joy of knowing in my entire life (from a romantic standpoint, anyway). I hold an insurmountable amount of love inside for her; a love I treasure; a love I know I'm a better person than I ever was before for achieving. Had she never been born on this day, I would have never had this feeling in me, and I would be a lesser man for the absence. The fact that she gave the most precious gift of her love to a slob like me humbles me to my very core.

Wherever our roads lead us, I take great pleasure in knowing that I am never really alone, I am always safe and warm, and I have been loved by this woman.

Happy Birthday, Shelley. :-)



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