May you walk like someone who knows she is cherished
and never confuse that with being thought of as being weak or incapable.
May you find someone who will inspire you to trust enough
to tear down the wall
and let them in.
May you know
enough sorrow to keep your kindness bone oiled
enough darkness to know light as a good and safe place to be
enough goodness to be sure that the rejections are just yesses in disguise.
May you laugh more than you cry
glide more than you stumble
skip more than you stomp.
I wish you satisfying companionship,
the love of a good man,
and friendships with women that will stand the test of time.
May you need
more deposit slips than checks
more flower vases than weed-pulling gloves
more empty boxes on your booking calendar.
I wish you success as only you can define it,
continued opportunities to flash your creativity,
and never-ending songs.
It’s your birthday, but I’m the one who received the gift, Moxie.
Thank you for continuing to fill
my life with laughter
my heart with song
and my soul with the wonder that is you.
Pull up a chair why don't you, and let's talk . . .