My wife’s birthday happened to fall during our recent family re-union in Los Angeles. Generally, our birthdays are lowkey affairs but this one was celebrated in style with a birthday cake and plenty of gifts. After the Happy Birthdays had been sung and the cake cut and demolished, it was time for the opening of the presents. Six year-old Moira, my nephew’s daughter, sat herself down on the floor and handed them, one by one, to my wife, watching with the keen interest as they were opened and exclaimed over.
Later that afternoon Moira quietly went up to ” The Birthday Girl” ( Moira couldn’t pronounce her name) and said she wanted to give her a gift too. Taking my wife by the hand, she led her to the backyard. There, on an outdoor table she had arranged some beautiful flowers in a vase with more flowers strewn around its base. ” Happy birthday”, she trilled.
What a wonderful gesture. Many six year olds would have asked when they were getting presents themselves but Moira never once did so. All she thought about was giving. How rare is that?
Moira, you are beautiful inside and out.
May you always be thus.