February 25th, 2007
From across an ocean, there is little I can do to  celebrate this day with you.
I can’t bake you a cake.
I thought about writing you a poem and I think I still will, but it is not an original idea.
I can’t throw a party for you.
I can’t take you to the theatre.
I can’t smother you with rose petals and heart-shaped confetti.
You know me. I certainly can’t be artistic and draw you something - not in any medium, even crayon.
I can’t buy you champagne.
I can’t take you shopping to choose a birthday gift.
I can’t take you to Paris, Prague, or any of the other cities I  want to  explore with  you…
… and I can’t go and lounge on a warm beach in some exotic location with you.
I can’t even  make lists of plans  for our still uncharted future.
I can’t arrange fireworks,  although sparks still fly  between us.
Life is not a movie. I  cannot  sit here and  direct each day to  play out the way that  we want it to.
I cannot harness the moon and stars and gift-wrap them for you. If I could, I would.
Right now, I can’t  fly around the  world for even  a moment  with you.
But on your birthday (and may it be the happiest ever) I can transcend  this sky-filled ocean between us,  in one heartbeat of time…
… simply, perfectly, with this…
I love you.

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