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On the Eve of Winter Solstice


Today is the winter solstice. This means we will have the longest night. Days will be longer and nights shorter hence. But tomorrow will herald the day when the gods in heaven decided to gift this world a very special person. And some six summers ago, He sent me that special person. Since then, my life has never been same ever again. After six years, our love has grown from strength to strength. Our faith and trust have definitely come to fruition. And as we celebrate your birthday, we have so much to be thankful for.

This is the first time we are together to celebrate the day. In fact there is no celebration planned. But I am planning a small surprise. 

My dear, this is your night. An important milestone!  But tonight I just want to express my unutterable love and wish you a very happy birthday.  I also want you to know that I will always be there for you. If you cry, I cry with you and if you laugh I laugh with you too. Your absence is my void.

Your humility stuns me, your love embalms me, your happiness decorates me, your promise reassures me and your encouragement makes me ‘me’.

Happy Birthday to you! And wishing you another year filled with love and happiness and happiness alone.  Happy Returns of the Day!

With love!

Comments

  1. haha this cannot be true. 22 December! its my birthday as well.

    happy birthday to tshering..hehe have a great day, the two of u. make it a memorable one. good wishes. smile alzy together :D and wish u guys a blissful relation ahead

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  2. Awwww.... lovely.

    Have fun you two. And Happy Birthday to the lovely lady :)

    Happy Nyinlo. Merry Christmas. Happy New Year.

    Whew!

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