It’s not just another rainy, Sunday, afternoon. Walkers don’t just walk by, umbrellas waiting to catch the tiny droplets of rain dripping down window panes. The sun doesn’t shine just because it has to but because it’s your birthday. It’s not just another day or another year but another year you’ve lived, loved, cried, and most of all began a new chapter in your life. It is your birthday and not just because the calendar says so but because you lived to deserve it. May your pillow lay gently upon your bed and may your head rest lightly upon the feathers. It is your birthday and all because you deserve it.