There's always been something about the nature of birthdays that confuses me.
I guess it's that somewhere in between the drinks and the laughter and the planning and the gifts we tend to forget the real reason we're celebrating. Somehow, the purpose gets lost in the process.
But today, I know why we're celebrating.
We're celebrating being lucky enough to know that person.
We are celebrating that birth of someone close to us, who has affected us, changed us, helped us. We are celebrating someone that we've shared and created memories with. Birthdays are for celebrating the sheer existance of someone we love.
I wish you the happiest birthday Alice, and I'm glad you exist. Thank you for being part of my life.