Happy Birthday!

As I am sitting here in a tshirt and Bruce's Dallas Cowboys pajama pants...
I woke up this morning kinda bummed, which is the norm lately but more so than usual.  I hate the winter blues.  Today was different though.
I got to work, got all settled into my desk with my coffee, and it started to hit me and I started to lose it a little.  Then I could hear Bruce's voice in my head clear as a bell, saying something like "Knock it off, it's my birthday and you know how much I love my birthday."
About an hour later I got an email from my boss from the stable...I have no idea how she knew that it was Bruce's birthday, and having lost her son about a year before Bruce died, she understood how hard it could be.  How as time goes by it gets harder, because fewer and fewer people remember.  Not that that is wrong, it's completely normal.
Bruce would have been 39 this year.  I have never seen someone love their birthday so much in my life.  I felt like the world's worst girlfriend because I never had to plan anything for him...he did it himself!
I still haven't met a person who loved and enjoyed life as much as Bruce did.  He made the absolute most out of every day and every friendship.  He never knew a stranger, I was forever cleaning up the house at the last minute and throwing together something for dinner for a customer turned newfound friend and their spouse/kids/second cousin twice removed and whoever else they wanted to invite.  He maintained these friendships, too.  It showed at his viewing-for every person there that I knew, there were two more who I had never seen before whose life he had touched in some way.  It was amazing.
I picture him up there right now, celebrating with friends and family that he knew in this life who have passed away, and the zillions of friends he made within days of hanging out in heaven!