My favorite birthday of all time was my first birthday. Not because of the party, the balloons or the cake – but because it’s the day that you were born.
December 14th. While we technically share that date as a birthday, it is the date that I celebrate you because I feel so fortunate that you were born and able to come into my life. While historically time is tracked as either “B.C.” or “A.D”, I can measure my life in “B.R.” (before Randi) and “A.R.” (after Randi). There is no question that my A.R. years have been by far the best of my life. You have brought me joy, made me laugh, and made me love each day. You’ve helped me grow, travel to places I would not have gone, and seen things I would never have seen. And you have SEEN me, in a way nobody else ever has. You’ve made me better each day – with my flaws and all – and for that I am eternally grateful. So 30 days in advance of your special day I want to thank you, and to celebrate the extraordinary woman that you are.
Happy 49-year, 11-month birthday.
I love you.
