People say that every day is a gift. This is true to the extent that every day is not totally under our control. Gifts are not earned or brought into being. They are given to us.

Some gifts are not welcome and are returned.

Some gifts are not welcome but cannot be returned.

Some gifts are exactly what we wanted only to be met with disappointment.

Some gifts fill an empty spot that we never knew we had.

Gifts can accumulate over time, like links in a chain, on which we can hang memories and meaning.

Some gifts are small gems with their own light and singular beauty.

Today is my 50th birthday. I woke up and thought to myself, “I am 50”, which was accompanied by a broad smile on my face. Today is a beautiful gift, the gift of life, the gift of family, the gift of friends, and the gift of love. I have pain, sadness, anxiety, and heartache in my life. But I also have an embarrassment of riches in cherished gifts. I offer you the gift of my wishes today.

I wish you the gentle hopefulness that comes from witnessing the quiet beauty of nature.

I wish you the spark that comes with taking on a new endeavor.

I wish you the joy that comes from exuberant connection.

I wish you the contentment that comes with the habits of our daily life.

I wish you the peace that comes with the ease of suffering.

I wish you the music your heart’s desire.