Thursday, September 11, 2014

to my husband, born on this day in the year 1944



i'm not going to make a big fuss over your age,
i'm not going to throw a raucous party with a crowd of congratulatory well-wishers,
there won't be a cake,
or candles to blow out,
or the singing of the birthday song,
we can have a quiet day, love, if that's what you want,
but,
i will tell you i love you,
and in my heart i will celebrate your life,
and the beautiful light it brings to mine,
and, secretly, i'll wish you (at least) 70 more years of health and happiness,
and hope (selfishly) you'll always let me hold your hand along the way

happy birthday, staal.  i love you, madly.