This post is late – by one week, but not without good reason. The poem below, which I wrote in honor of Lam’s birthday, came together in small, changing pieces. – David

‘Illumination’ – Claude Monet

Happy birthday – one week late

This year has been tough and felt long

and we’re still pushing on.

To me, you are still standing there – at the dinner by the sea and I’m noticing you for the first time.

It feels wonderful – exciting and unsure.

Thirteen years has passed since then and our two children have arrived and celebrated their own birthdays.

And when I think of what gifts I’d like to give you that you’ve given me

it’s the moments of holding your eyes in mine and smiling

saying the same thing at the same time

watching the cozy, simple comedies we love

walking in parks and not knowing the way back

opening the door and seeing you there

hearing your hello on the drive/walk/after a meeting

seeing your books stacked next to mine

knowing you’ll see me age and I you

talking news, politics, children, philosophy and love.

And these, over this last hard year, are what shine when I look back

and what make me smile to have you here with me another year.

Happy birthday – one week late.