Happy Birthday to Me

Usually G would wake up before me on my birthday (one of the RARE days he did this) and let me sleep in. Or if he didn't wake up first, it would still be the first thing I heard from him that day - the Happy Birthday song. He would sing it for me and then give me a kiss.

I loved his voice. He was a trained singer but damage to his lungs lessened his ability over the years, yet his voice was still so warm and always on the perfect pitch :). He couldn't stand when people were off pitch!

This morning I came downstairs and sang the Happy Birthday song to myself, in my head.

I can hear P upstairs doing something - probably making me something with his LEGOs for my birthday.

Joy and Sorrow. Birthdays and death.

I want to cry but I am going to need to show excitement and joy for P. What a sweet and wonderful boy he is. Like his Daddy, he loves people to feel special on their birthdays.

This won't be my happiest birthday. But here he comes... with a big Happy Birthday shout and hug. My sweetest boy and best gift. Part of G that is still here with me.