On the subject of natal days

There are several people on this journal who celebrate natal days today (waves to tendyl and meglimir), but today I stand to recognize one natal day in particular.

Some years ago--how many I will not say because I'm a gentleman what knows manners, but let's go by other conventions what I know and say 29--two brunettes bore witness--one rather directly--to the birth of their first and only immediate redhead. They were amazed that her hair did not fade toward brown or blonde, instead maintaining a fiery tone that only occasionally matched the old scuttlebutt about redheads. Over time they raised her, then eventually let her go out into the great wide world--sometimes Earth, but for a while Pern with a brief stopover at Brandeis. Through all this, her ginger hair has not lost one iota of its redness.

Currently she is softly snoring and hopefully having sweet dreams. I successfully made a Wisdom check and decided not to wake her, so this will be but the second time I say the following to her: Happy Birthday, tigerbright. May the year bring you great health, freedom from much stress (in good ways), much love and sweet dreams.

Also, enjoy your birthday prezzie :P