"My dear acquaintance, it's so good to know you" - Giving thanks on my birthday

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For strength of your hand 
That is loving and giving 

And a happy new year 
With love overflowing 
With joy in our hearts 
For the blessed new year 

Raise your glass and we'll have a cheer 
For us all who are gathered here 
And a happy new year to all that is living 
To all that is gentle, kind, and forgiving 
Raise your glass and we'll have a cheer 

My dear acquaintance, a happy new year 
All of those who are hither and yonder 
With love in our hearts 

We grow fonder and fonder 
Hail to those who we hold so dear 
And hail to those who are gathered here 

And a happy new year to all that is living 
To all that is gentle, young, and forgiving 
Raise your glass and we'll have a cheer 

My dear acquaintance, a happy new year 
Happy new year 

--  by Regina Spektor

Birthdays and New Years are not for us to celebrate, but to celebrate those who make our life worth living.

Thanks to all my friends, both near and far, both met and unmet,  both found and misplaced.  

 Especially to my dearest friend(s) PJL, who made so much possible, including bringing about JEL and ALOL.  They are are each in their own ways the brightest stars the heavens could bestow in my universe.  I could never have been the mother I am today without you being the partner you've been all along.  Patient, optimistic, kind, gentle, funny and unwavering.  

 To my daughters:

 May you cultivate constellations of your own, in the paths of your choice.  May each of you recognize what your hearts are saying.  This is a gift I hope I offer back: To help you to hear the calling of your own heart(s) over the din of expectation, blare of the unknown, and rattle of unfounded fear.

 May you forever be surrounded by light, wave and particle.  You are each, in your own ways, the manifestation of all that is right and good.  You are each an integral part of the beating of my heart, a fact that is immeasurable and unmoveable.   There are no words of gratitude for being chosen to be your mother out of all the other souls available.  A double gift I hope I have come close to be worthy of having.   May you notice everything without becoming cynical.  May you be sharp without causing harm, and giving without losing self. 

I can't wait to see your journeys made, love built, joy inspired and greet those pulled into your gravitational field(s).  This is the greatest gift of all.  To know I have impressed on you what to me matters most, and knowing that one day, in your own time, you will repeat this step in the manner of your choosing.

 JEL and ALOL you are without a doubt the best birthday gift(s) possible.  


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