For My Beautiful Boy

To my beautiful birthday boy,

I consider myself extremely lucky to have met you. When I look back on how we started, and by started, I mean how we even started to get acquainted, it was a series of really quite improbable events. It’s a little bit like that movie Sliding Doors where one seemingly insignificant act of missing/catching the train ends up dramatically altering the protagonist’s life.

And that’s what you’ve done. To think, if you had not written me a proper email, if I had not decided to just randomly log on to Plenty of Fish after a long hiatus… things would be so different to what they are now.

You’ve brought me so much happiness, I really can’t begin to describe it – and that’s really saying something saying how we both know that I can’t shut up and that I’m a bloody awesome wordsmith.

But I will try anyway.

In you I’ve found someone I can drag along for the bumpy road that is life. Someone who shares my voracious appetite (literally and metaphorically) for anything food related. Someone who I can talk to without fear of judgement and be at my slobbiest with. Someone who I can be nauseatingly affectionate with. And most importantly, someone who I feel I am in an equal partnership.

Most people would expect that after all I’ve written here, that I’ll say that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Truth be told, I don’t care if I do. Life is too damn short, things never go to plan and we lose people along the way. The way I see it, whether I spend fifty minutes or fifty years with you is irrelevant because every moment I spend with you, I feel incredibly blessed.

So here’s to you, my beautiful boy. Here’s to celebrating another year of you… and here’s to many more… and hoping that I’ll always be able to share in the celebrations, be it as your girl or as just a friend. I love you, regardless.

xoxo Nadie