The Birthday Girl
“Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it, because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.” — Frederick Buechner
There’s a woman in my life
Who is so many things I want to be.
Kind, Beautiful, Caring,
Gifted, Creative, Honest.
And the best Italian cook on the planet.
She has known great joy in life
And deep pain brought on by the indescribable grief of loss.
I can’t conjure up an image of our family without her.
She is that integral.
When I think of who we are with her among us,
I feel proud, and more whole.
She has known rich moments where she was flying high
And she has known such depths of despair,
She’s wondered how she can go on.
Today is her birthday
And yet, I am the gifted one,
That I have been able to love her another year.
And be her “sister heart friend” for many many others.
I love to sometimes take a few minutes of quiet remembering
And do a head count of the women that mean the most to me
And she is among them.
One day (if I dared), I’d get them all together in a room.
Happy Birthday dear one.
Today you are held,
With love and longing.
With grateful joy for all that you are.
With quiet pleading for peace.
And with a “Thanks be to God” that you are in my life.