I'm really missing you today and feeling like we're too far apart. Sending a card or a gift in the mail isn't quite enough when what I really want is to be with you on your birthday and to tell you in person how much I love you.
If we were in Denver, the girls and I would stop by for coffee, then suggest a day of treasure hunting. We could wander through the big antique mall on Broadway, looking at books and tea cups and whatever else found our fancy. We could have a girly lunch out in Littleton, and then sit by the fire in the afternoon and knit a while.
(And I'm realizing that this is what I'd want to do for your birthday--and didn't even ask what you'd want to do! But I sort of think you'd like this too.)
But there are too many miles between us this year, so here's what I suggest. Let's celebrate your birthday exactly one month late. You'll be here and we'll have birthday meatballs at IKEA, do our best to find some antique stores, hit Trader Joe's on the way home, and have a birthday dinner of whatever sounds good to you.
We can eat mint ice cream by the fire on the patio, and visit until we get sleepy.
How's that sound?
In the meantime, happy birthday. I love you. No matter what gift I could give you, it wouldn't come close to the gift of having you for a mother. I'm so thankful God chose you for me!