today thirty


lover,
today you turned thirty,

and as with every day -
I find myself loving you
a little more, stronger,
a little better,

aside from celebratory kisses
(and slobbers from the seven-month old)
we hung up your birthday bunting -
fresh from the needle and thread,
we filled the home with
flowers,
we brewed strong coffee
and fetched local pastries
(still warm in their paper),
and later there was belgium beer
and meatballs in caramelised onions,
a moist guinness chocolate cake
frosted with cream cheese and pecans,

this year our gifts seem much more
simple,
edible,
best had fresh and savoured -

there was a wee card with reuben's handprints,
and another one from me
filled with my words
of gratitude,
thanksgiving
of the man you have been, are -
your history, and dreams,

a pledge also,
from my soul-places
to be alongside you in this next decade
(which I am quietly confident)
will be your best yet -

whatever adventure,
uprooting, unfurling,
creating, story of life lived
fully and truly.
comes.