I‘ve written about birthdays, my own and others’, on several occasions in this webspace. It should be no surprise, then, that, as before, I write to commemorate the anniversary of my beloved wife’s birth. She’s…a number of years old today, and I’m pleased that she’s spent yet another of her years with me; she hasn’t had to, of course, and I know full well just how lucky I actually am to have her in my life. She knows I know it, too; I make a point of saying it to her, in person and often.

We don’t have any big plans for the day, to be sure. It’s a Monday, and both of us have to work tomorrow. Too, our daughter is away at camp (something I may well discuss later on), and while we both know that the day is coming and must come when she will expect to be away, that day is a ways off, yet. (She’s ten.) Both my wife and I are glad that she’s off doing things and growing as a person–there are lessons she can get from the experience of camp that we cannot teach her–but we do miss her, and that missing does put something of a damper on any celebration we might undertake, despite the day.

That does not mean, of course, we have not marked it. This post is but one place; what we did over the weekend was another. (I may end up discussing that, too.) And we’ll be going out with others later in the week, once we’re all back together and don’t have the looming specter of another workday staring directly at our faces. So that will be nice, if perhaps a bit subdued. After all, she’s not getting any younger (and, to be fair, neither am I).

Brief as it is, this is what I have to say: Happy Birthday, Honey, and I look forward to spending many more of them with you!

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