Today’s my birthday. I’m 43. I’m not telling you because I want your greetings (though those are nice), but rather because of what you all have done for me over the past couple of weeks. Life is a sweet gift of God, that you’ve made all the sweeter.
This birthday–maybe not as momentous as 40 in number, and just a signpost, really, on the way to fifty–is all the more poignant because of your gift to me.
All of that to say: you have given so much more than your time, prayers, and money–you have given hope to me, and my family. By confronting, and laying to rest the demons of the past, I hope to forge a new future.
That is the gift you’ve given me: hope.
Making this my happiest birthday ever!