Happy birthday, happy people

Happy birthday, unknown lady who approached us exactly one year ago in Ljubljana, Slovenia, my birth town, asking us if we could hold up a letter printed on a sheet of paper so that she could take a photo of us, and all letters together in other photos taken that day would spell Happy Birthday.

I don’t remember either your name or your partner’s, but I know that you are from London and he is Italian and immediately started chatting in Italian with my amore. I know for certain that it was your birthday but now that I’m thinking about it it might have been of you both. That would make sense.

I love it that you, who were both so happy, saw the mirror of your happiness in us. I love it that you made amore grin like this.

Hopefully you found your way to Lolita sweetshop just down that road. If you haven’t, here is a little sweet treat.

Hopefully you are right now in another city, still as happy, doing that very same thing – collecting good wishes and spreading happiness.

Hopefully – even though I don’t know how – you will one day find your way to this post, and we will see ourselves in your photo as we were that day.