Let me pretend that wishing makes it so. I wish…
…your mom could come to celebrate with us tonight. Right now, we’d have a few minutes to catch up before you get home from work. And I’d tell her what she already knew.
“Heather has your compassion for the down-and-out. She makes friends of strangers and family of friends. She’s a hard worker, honest, and real. She’s creative and has a gift for words. She won’t let anyone put her in a box…she’s tough, that one.
“She’s generous. Why, just the other day she was trying to think of a way to give to someone in need.”
Your mom smiles.
“She has your smile, perfectly asymmetrical, curving just to the side.
“She doesn’t give up, ever. And she knows how to fight a good fight. She’s quick to forgive.
“And she’s a great cook, can you tell?” I pat my belly, protruding prominently.
“She loves her some Christmastime and she reminds me she learned that from you. Thanks!
“You’ll be proud of her when you see her, when she comes home.”
…I could see you celebrate with your mom tonight. That would be my birthday gift to you. Let me pretend that wishing makes it so.