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The calendar marks another day,

another day to proclaim that which cannot be properly proclaimed.

Happy Mother’s Day –

What gift could be gift enough to thank you for revealing to me that miracles are real?

What could I do to honor you sufficiently, to let you know that I am forever indebted to you, endlessly.

You being a mother, means that I am a father, and together we are a family.

By this very fact my life is abundantly full, yet my hands are empty to find anything that is worthy of saying thank you.

Your Birthday –

Your birthday marks the day that my life's course was forever altered,

instead of staggering aimlessly, your birth set the trajectory of my life.

Without you in this world, I wouldn’t know life.

My heart is full; my life is full, all because of you being here.

Yet my hands are once again empty, empty because there is no thing, no thing that is sufficient to say that I am Happy that today is your birthday.

All I have to offer you is me, all that I can do to honor all that you’ve given me…

Is giving you all of me, always and completely.

I know no other way, I will give you my every breath, today and every day.

Happy Mother’s Day and Happy Birthday!

Just know that in my heart I celebrate these days every day, because they are what give me life.