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Today is The Cinnamon Girl’s birthday and it is a day to celebrate all that she is to those of us who know her and those of us who love her. One of the many ways we will do that is to give her cards and gifts and that is good. I love – LOVE – to give gifts.
However, it occurs to me as I write this post, that she is the gift. She is the present. She is so very special.
She is the most special woman I know.
I cannot imagine life without her. I do not wish to.
I know that that our children, too, cannot imagine their lives without her in them. She has given so much to us and is the connection that brings us together, the light around which we all hover.
I marvel at who she is and all she does.
She is confidant and confider.
She is humorist and storyteller.
She is shocking in every good way.
She is kind and compassionate.
She is breathtakingly smart and stunningly quick witted.
She is incisive and insightful.
She is beautiful by any definition of the word.
There are many (myself included) who wonder if she has precognitive powers – if she is tapped into some kind of font that allows her to understand the world in ways that other people do not.
Here’s the secret: my Cinnamon Girl is magic.
She is pure magic.
Happy birthday, Cinnamon Girl. Thank you for being the gift.