Today is the birthday of my niece, Guendalyn. I’m not sure how old she is, I would have to look it up in my date book at home, but I think she may be 9 years old today.
I’ve never even met her and yet I think of her every year, especially because her birthday is two days before her daddy’s (my brother’s) birthday.
While I could allow myself to be sucked into the vortex of sadness that beckons to me around this time every year, I will not. At least, not today. I already indulged myself in a small cry on the way in to work this morning. And probably will again tonight.
Happy birthday, my dear niece. If my thoughts could take flight and find their way to you today, I would wish you the very best, now and always. I hope that you get everything your little heart desires on your special day.
