Early in our marriage, 30+ years ago, I wrote a poem for Pam's birthday that I called "Blessed Pamalyn's Day." What I've learned after nearly 38 years of relationship with Pamalyn Reneé Rose Beeler is that every day is her day.
Yes, she's had some bummer days in recent years when two dear friends of ours died, ups and downs with life and career, and, to be sure, the Rona ain't been no picnic.
But every day really is her day—for she makes it so by her love, steadfastness, beauty, incredible intelligence, and joie de vivre. Most of all her laugh that echoes like a mountain brook and a crisp tinkle of thunder in a Rocky-Mountain pass.
Pam is people. She lifts up people. Loves people. Saves people.
And if you don't get that, well, you don't get Beeler.
Happy Birthday, Pam!!! <3 <3 <3