Fifty eight times around the sun, but it doesn’t seem like any time has passed, does it?
We came here together, and that’s certain – our singular selves, but two birds of a feather. Hearts full of April flowers, no doubt about it, and bluebirds in the backyard. And lucky beyond all good fortune to have each other – your fierce bravery, determined to walk first, and get on with the things you wanted. And me – charmingly indolent and prone to distraction, needing just five more minutes to watch the clouds drift along, and then maybe a snack.
No power in the ‘Verse can stop us.
Happy birthday my dearest dear – with all the love my heart can hold.