Amy

Happy birthday, Amy! Today you reached the ripe old age of 33, the same age as Jesus when he was crucified.

On your birthday, I want to tell you that I love you.

I love you because you make me laugh, and laughter is healing, so you heal me with your laughter.

I love you because you keep me young, and age creeps on apace, so I am glad to find in you my fountain of youth.

I love you because you see to it that I look young. Over the past three years you've accomplished a make-over on me, so I no longer look my age.

I love you for sharing with me your beautiful body which gives me such pleasure to see and which I long to hold again.

I love you for keeping me humble, for pointing out my faults, for reminding me at least once a week that I'm sort of funny looking, for reminding me daily that I'm a lucky old fart to have such a hot and sexy little lady as you to hang out with. I need all that. It's way too easy for me to get proud.

I love you for your energy and diligence, for your wisdom and your intelligence.

I love you for your uncertainties, your obsessions, your concerns, your hopes and your dreams.

I love you for your passion and commitment

I love you for your honesty, your commitment to the truth and to truth telling.

I love you for your creativity, your digital skills, your abilities with languages. I love to watch you develop your talents and skills.

I love you because we pray together.

I love you for your love of shopping, your eye for fashion, your familiarity with celebrities about whom I am totally ignorant.

I love you for your loyalty throughout this whole cancer ordeal.

I love you for the joy you bring into my life.

Your presence in my life is God's good gift to me.

You're a little concerned since, at age 33, you have not yet saved the world. Well, you've saved me, and maybe that's a good start.

Happy birthday, Kim Ye-min. Many happy returns of the day! And may I be there to celebrate many of them with you!

Treatment count: 39 down, 6 to go.