My better half had a birthday today, and she spent the day doing what she loves most: painting. A couple of years ago at this time she was bedridden for several months, being fed through a tube going into her arm as specialists tried to diagnose the cause. As her weight dropped to that of a child we were not sure if she would get better. She had little joy in her life in those days, and her birthday was not so happy. She improved dramatically over the rest of that year and has been her normal healthy self for the past couple of years. Today was a perfectly normal birthday, and she is happy—we take these days for granted so often. I wanted to capture the moment.