Today is my wife’s 33’rd Birthday. And although she says it is no big deal, to me it is a big deal. June 8’th 1977 represents a turning point in my life, and although I did not know it at the time (as I had not been born yet) something magical was happening. It was on this day, 33 years ago, that the perfect mixture of kindness and love, wit and devotion, peacefulness and grace, hard core biker chick and perfect beauty in a red dress, loving mom, supportive wife, carefree soul, compassionate nurse, quite listener, engaging thinker, and amazing dancer would take form. Thirty three years ago today the true love of my life was born, and without this day, every day thereafter would to me, seem insignificant.
We celebrate these days as a casual passing, as just another moment, a constant reminder that time is moving forward and we are all along for the ride. For me, it is a time to take stock of this, and in the case of my wife’s birthday to feel the gratitude that comes with being loved by someone else on this earth, and knowing that without a day, without a single moment in time, my life, and the lives of all those whom my wife so gently touches each and every day would be so different.
When I look at our family, when I sketch the photos of our children in my mind, I see the beauty and kindness of my wife. In all that is good and meaningful in my life; her open joyful heart, her love of life, her adventurous spirit, it is all a part of who I am and who I strive to be. One June 8’th 1977 I like to think a piece of me was born as well, a piece that without, my heart would fail to beat.
Wendy, I am so grateful for your love, for the unconditional way in which you share all of who you are every day. For the gentle human being you are and the way you pass this on to our children. They way you stroke their hair, and kiss their booboos. I love June 8’th, and I love your birthday, in the same way that I love each breath of life, for me they are the same, and today I am reminded once again, why they and you are so special! I love you, Happy Birthday miss 33!
Stephen, this is beautiful. My mom once recommended a book for me to read, which I delayed reading. It was called Head of the Household. The one thing I read that sticks in my mind about the book is the author said that if you say you love someone, you should be able to tell them why. You did that here.
I imagine if you were to ask many men or women why they loved their spouse or girlfriends, they’d spout platitudes and generalizations or just say, “She is beautiful or he is handsome,” like those are reasons to love someone. Women especially want to know they are loved for more than their beauty and you’ve summarized it all here. Nice job.
God bless to both of you as well as Layla and Lucca.
Dad
Thank’s dad!