June 30, 2014

My dearest,

May you always have books on your birthday. Some will be new; it’s always nice to receive. Others will be old favourites; hidden away in the top shelves a forgotten classic, a comforting read.

Get comfortable and rest the chosen tome in your lap. You turn the pages, the words link and connect. First a sentence, an idea, then a story unfolds. You’re hooked, it’s good, the story flows. A murder, a mystery, the architecture of some lost history.

You read.

Happy birthday.

Yours, ever and always.