Happy 29th birthday, Abraham.
My husband turns 29 today. I don’t take it lightly anymore that for 29 years his body has functioned the way God intended it to—lungs breathing, kidneys filtering, brain firing. Sometimes I sit next to him and marvel at it. Both of us have all the parts we need to function, and they’re both working independently of each other, not run by any type of machinery—just these self-contained systems that work without us telling them to.
I know that at any moment just one of these things could be different: his lungs could stop breathing, his kidneys could stop filtering, his brain could stop firing all the neural signals and we would be changed. Forever changed.
Not only does his body keep working as it should, but there is a whole different dimension of humanity that makes us more than just Homo sapiens existing next to each other.
He has a heart.
He has emotions.
He has a soul.
And he’s chosen to share all of these things with me, another gift that I don’t take lightly. Here’s to another 29 (dare I ask for more?) together, Lord willing. I love you Abraham. Happy birthday.
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