Perspective is amazing as we gaze upon the earth, the changes that we go through determines what we think has worth. We start encased within our eggshell with a view of such small sphere; our window so parochial it as a lens so unclear.
The stories we encounter via the written word, lift us to new vistas and gives volume to voices longing to be heard. “Read it again now that you’re older,” you said to me on a day whose date has been erased. Nine prophetic words spoken, a message firmly embraced. We were visiting your parents’ home and I was not quite married yet, when our talk turned to favorite books of what at the time we thought of as our long ago. A Wrinkle in Time was the subject but it stood for so much more.
As the penultimate cousin on our fathers’ side I looked at most of my primos grande as forces like the tides. They had always been there, these elder relatives from afar, but you were kind and gentle and so such kinship did impart.
From the inside of my eggshell the vast horde of older cousins were mostly props and little more. The exception there was you, as you stood on water’s edge between the surf and sand of shore. A few years of age difference when we are children has a power inexplicable but as we age we see the fleeting difference between six and fifty-three. Most of the older children gave me little pause, but you on the brink of adolescence with your smile my attention you did draw. Perhaps it was the open affection our fathers gave each to the brother, but in my heart you held a place that was different from the others.
I know I am still myopic and see only what is right before my eyes, but I feel life’s spreading tendrils and know the power of both our living and demise. We are only here an instant, life is fleeting that’s for sure, so we need to make the most of our time before like May flies our time is no more. So know that you have touched me, that I think of you and smile, and I know I am not alone in seeing your worth and how you beguile.
I feel the pull of kinship, have deep regard now for my friends, understand the echoes we start by dropping pebbles which send ripples to eternity without end. My perspectives they have changed much in the half century plus that I’ve been here, and one of those changes is to acknowledge feelings for those that I hold dear. So happiest day upon your birthday is my wish to you. I hope we are still wishing it when our ages add up to two hundred thirty-two.