I didn’t know you for all of your 26 years...
I didn’t get to be the first girl you ran away from due to the cootie threat on the playground. I didn’t get to be the one to receive your first awkward kiss. I didn’t get to be the first girl that you whispered about to all your immature, teenage friends during lunchtime . I didn’t know in your puberty days. And that makes me sad that I missed being all of your firsts before your voice even dropped and your chest hair even started to grow.
I didn’t know you during high school. I didn’t get to be your first serious girlfriend – the one who broke your heart and set the bar for all the other ones who followed. I didn’t get to break curfew with you, sneaking out to the coolest high school parties every other weekend. I didn’t get to dance with you at prom and I don’t have my posed dance picture hanging up on your living room wall. I didn’t get to walk across the football field with you at graduation to receive our high school diplomas together. I didn’t get to experience the ups and downs of high school with you, and it makes me sad that I missed out on some of the most fun and pivotal times of your life.
I didn’t get to experience college with you. I didn’t get to rub your back during your first drunken night at the bar after turning 21. I didn’t get to rag on all of the least liked professors at Univeristy with you. I didn’t get to see you decide which direction to take in your career or get a picture of you in your gown, cap, and tassels in the colosseum, after you succeeded in all the goals you set for yourself. I didn’t know you when your life really began, and that makes me sad, knowing I missed when you really started to grow up.
I didn’t know you for all of your 26 years of life. And even though it makes me sad that I’ve missed so much of your life and so much of what made you you, I’m okay with it. I’ve at least got to know you for the last two years. And what I’ve learned about you and the moments we’ve had together have been equal to spending 26 years with you.
I missed your first 24 birthdays. But I’ve spent the last two with you. And you’ll be mine for the next 70 birthdays . I’ll get to love you for that long, and for that, I’m the luckiest girl.
Happy Birthday Zachary. I love you.