On February 8th, your mom and I celebrated our birthday. She and I share the same birthday, a year apart.
When your mom and I met, it was in passing. She was a coworker of two of my roommates and I was a one of four bachelor guys sharing an apartment that boasted a four foot poster of Snoop Dogg on the wall.
She would occasionally drop by for a school planning session or I would see her at a friendly poker game. We interacted briefly, I thought she was cute and I liked that she could play poker and beat the guys, but we never really had much of a conversation.
Then, one day, at a friend's surprise birthday party she and I sat across from each other at the bar. We were talking birthdays and she said hers was in February. I said, "Oh yeah? Me too. When?"
"February 8th."
I smiled. "That's my birthday too."
As I remember it, we stared at each other for a second or two in disbelief and I made some comment about how Aquarians are the best. And that was that.
A couple of years later I was having dinner on February 8th with her and your Grandma Betty celebrating our birthday. A couple of years after that we were celebrating our birthday, getting ready to fly to Negril, Jamaica for our wedding. And, three years after that... you joined us for our birthday.
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| Birthday dinner with Grandma Betty |
The absolute best birthday gift we could ever ask for is you.
Eternally yours,
Tu papa
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