We interrupt this Leaping Thought Wednesday to bring you an important announcement -
My dearest jan:
Some 46 odd years ago, before you were even a glimmer in your mother's eye, your parents married in far away Iran, another country, another culture, a world so distant from that of my own parents that WHO could have possibly foreseen the web of time and place that would have to weave itself together to bring us face to face. I have only one explanation - you were my fate as I was yours.
In all the time we have known each other, there have been repeated occasions when I have expressed my love for you and been cognizant of the kind of destiny that was necessary to bring you into my life. That recognition is never more true than on the days when we celebrate your birthday.
In the circularity of time, somewhere, 45 years ago, your mother is giving birth to the you that was meant just for me. I cannot wait to meet the man you will grow into jan. Happy Birthday my love of loves, my King of Kings, my aziz-e delam. I remain as ever,