(This isn't really about my husband. Well, it is. But it isn't.)

I love my husband.
I would defend him and even give up my life for him.
So we, his family, celebrate his birthday because we love him.

Do we have to?
No.
He doesn't require it.
And there's no law requiring it.
And there's no law forbidding it.
As a matter of fact, in the beginning, he didn't even expect it.

But he knows it's done with love.
And he accepts it in the vein it's given.
And he enjoys the outpouring of love.

I'm glad he was born.
I'm thankful he was born.
But often things come up and we celebrate it on a day other than the one he was born on.
But we still set aside a day to celebrate.

Do I only show my love to him on only one day a year?
Or even just once a week?
Of course not!
I try to show him my love every single day.
Wouldn't be much of a marriage, otherwise.

And he would still love us,
and us him,
if we didn't set aside a day to celebrate his birth.

So if I leave him gifts at his work,
or put up banners proclaiming it's his day,
or invite friends and family to gather,
or even blog about it,
it is a way to show others my love for him.

And he's a good man.
A godly man, even.

But he's not God in the flesh.

One man considers one day more sacred than another; another man considers every day alike.
Each one should be fully convinced in his own mind.
He who regards one day as special, does so to the Lord.