Tuesday, February 22, 2011

The Gift of You

When people I love have birthdays, I like to tell them that "I'm happy they were born." What I really mean is, "I'm happy you have affected me. I'm happy you have made a difference in my life. I would not be the same without you." I try to be sure to tell them this on their day. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, I love a birthday.

So today, is Daddy's day. The day Daddy was born. A day that had nothing to do with me but totally affects me. Wouldn't it be cool if we thought every day had the potential to affect the rest of our lives? Wouldn't you wake up with the birds pulling back your covers and a little click in your heels? We should all live that way... with the belief that someone will be born today and that certain someone will totally affect our life in a positive way one day. Talk about making the world a better place.

This day in particular is special to me now but in a way it always has been. Because it gave me the gift of you before I knew what a gift you were.


  1. At 2:22 on 2/22/1975 ( thanks to GG, I learned that if you add the numbers 1+9+7+5 it ='s 22, which is pretty cool) Daddy was born, and that moment really did make all the difference for all of us! Happy Birthday Daddy! I love you very much!