Dear William,
It’s been the most change of a year yet. I know we say that often, but I truly feel that this past year was a change of good. And, frankly, nutsboltsandbutts, it was about time. I know we have not spent as much time together this year as we have in the past, but I also know that it’s not a reflection of us. It’s just a reflection of life’s current space, and pace.
I’ve watched you, this year. You’ve grown in ways I did not expect (and, well, neither did you, let’s be honest). I’ve also watched you confront a lot more than I think you expected to. Was this past year, in fact, a surprise mirror?
But, again, as is the way with you, you’ve taken all these things (yes, yes, I know. haha) and mused over them. You’ve approached them with grace and a gait of transparency. Most of all, though, you’ve taken them, without fear, and avoided the filthy towers. Cough.
I love how I can send you one line, and it’s the same.
I love that you will burst onto my screen with something supportive, on the worst day, and I haven’t even said anything.
I guess, what I really want to say in an elbowthroughthewindow way is…
Often people say that we should ‘never change’.
Yet, you – he who really has no reason to change, because – you are – in my eyes, perfect – are changing.
Is this growing up or middle age, and will we yell at the younguns on the lawn some frosty Tuesday morning?
Who knows.
All I know is that you’ll probably keep the lawn quite tidy and only really grumble when someone steps on the rosebushes. In all likelihood, it’ll be me who tramples through them, whilst not thinking or looking where she’s going, again.
Happy Birthday William. Here’s to a billion more starry nights. All my love, Gracie.