It’s your birthday today and yet it’s me that is getting a gift,
the gift of having you in my life,
another day,
another week,
another year,
another lifetime.

You say you’ll start deducting years rather than adding them.
Don’t.
Your life is an accomplishment,
each day,
each week,
each year,
each lifetime.

I know life hasn’t always dealt you the best cards,
but looking at you, one would never suspect.
And with each new morning, I’m never sure
who smiled first,
the sun,
or you,
as you light up
my day,
my week,
my year,
my life.

You make me want to be better,
do better,
reach to where you already are.
Meanwhile you,
just look at me
and say,
‘Let’s grow together.
One day at a time’.

It’s your Birthday today.
But from where I’m standing,
May 3rd has brought me
the biggest present.

I love you.