It is one of those mornings that you love, when the rain outside is light enough so that it is not unpleasant to walk through the streets without an umbrella, but heavy enough that it makes the entire day seem cozy and peaceful. It is your birthday today. Since I have met you I have loved your excitement for birthdays. Not just your own, but those of everyone around you. For you a birthday is the greatest occasion for celebration. It is a moment that reminds us that we are here and that here is beautiful. It is not just a day for reflection, but a day for dancing and singing and rejoicing at the marvel of being alive. I love this about you. And I love that it does not end when you open your eyes the day after your birthday, but continues each week, each month, throughout the year. I marvel at the youthful excitement that you bring to each day, never letting an ounce of it slip through your fingers. Your love for road trips and the unexpected moments of adventure that they bring. Your passion for meeting new people and learning about their stories and what inspires them. Your complete dedication to your friendships, no matter what plans are sacrificed in order to make some tasty food for a friend having a bad day. Your insistence that music is not only for enjoyment, but has the ability to heal. Your fondness for your Lake Michigan, the place you are best able to clear your head as you float and let her waves crash over you. Your dedication to finding meaning and purpose not only in life as a whole, but in each little moment. I have loved seeing you grow and change each year since we have met, never letting yourself stay stagnant. Most of all, I love the woman that you have become. Happy Birthday Mae.
Here is to many more years of learning, growing and exploring,