It happens every year. We all celebrate it. We light the candles, sing a song, eat a little cake, open some presents, eat a little more cake and then wait another 364 days until the next round.
And so, day 365 comes today for my lovely wife. I won’t spill the beans about her age. I won’t even hint at how young she is. I don’t play those games. Oh sure, when I was younger and dumber I might have ventured into this area and teased about age and change. But I’ve celebrated a few birthdays of my own and
I’ve learned from experience…very painful experience…that you don’t do that. You NEVER do that.
Instead, let’s say that Anita isn’t getting older, she’s getting better.
Let’s announce that she gets more beautiful with each passing day.
Let’s proclaim that she is my best friend and I can’t imagine life without her.
We’ll all agree that she is a fantastic mother, daughter and sister.
No one will question that her friendship is deep and sincere and cherished.
Everyone will unite behind the idea that she is committed to her faith journey and seeks God’s wisdom daily.
There isn’t a person out there who knows Anita who would hesitate to wish her a very happy birthday. And many, many more!