Tomorrow is my husband's birthday. We'll celebrate with his favorite foods, there will be candles on cake, and presents stuffed in colorful, reusable gift bags. Around the table, he'll read cards from far and near, and we will look at him and say "ahh" and feel good and grateful because he's alive.
In the midst of our day, maybe when it's uncharacteristically quiet, we will pause and remember. We will close our eyes against the vividly. still. images. and silent prayers will fall upon our lips as we lean in closer to the ones we love.
And there from our cupboards to our tables, fine wine and bread will be served. Regardless of the hour and regardless of the past, babies will be born, and children on red-ribboned bikes will fall down, and old men in their 50s will still smile a mischievous grin and tell a joke or two. And we'll raise our glasses to resiliency, to spirit, and to hope, and in each other's eyes, we'll find peace.
Happy Day! to my husband and to all of you who have a reason to celebrate this day.