Life is lived in the in betweens
In between what though? Between birthdays
Those glorious celebrations
Of family
Blood kinship
People who've seen us at our very best
Our absolute worst
With whom we quarrel over both
Significant snd insignificant issues
People who've shared our happiest moments
And our harshest defeats
We've been given family as
Mirroring shadows
Who hold us accountable to our
Words and actions
We get to celebrate each of them
Birthdays of friends
Who give family stiff competition
Though not bound by blood
By equally if not stronger bonds of love
Those people
Who gradually move from being
Strangers to friends
A word so simple it belies the
strength and depth
Of every single experience that went into
Making that person a friend
People who make themselves available when you need
Who more often than you might realize
Go beyond and out of their way for
You
Relationships that so enrich your life
Words seem redundant
Often falling short
If we could imagine life lived as a
Series of endless birthdays
With moments of routine slipping in
Inevitably
It might perhaps make life so much
More hopeful
Make us so much more grateful
For the people who give us reason to
Celebrate and make those in between
Moments
Go so much faster
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