What fun to compose this birthday wish which you won't see right away. I'm here thinking about your birthday ahead of it, and I'll maybe remember this post on the day, and then you'll read the words some time after that. "The mechanism," as Grenouille calls it, is a wonderful gadget, almost a time machine.
I can't express the feelings of destiny I get when I think of your birth, and of the lives we led that brought us together. I'm amazed I was so well looked after. It makes me a bit dizzy. What if it hadn't happened? What if we hadn't met, or you hadn't been born? That thought is like leaning out over a precipice, the kind of thing that gets into my worst nightmares. But I shake myself and look up to find you beside me.
You're my colors. You're my song. You're the greatest joy of my life. Happy Birthday, sweet Moomin Light.