...a little more every day


Birthdays are something we take for granted.

There's always another one next year.

We also take for granted other people's birthdays.  We're reminded of the days because they come up in conversation or there are events planned around them.

Not a day goes by that I don't think of you
After all this time, you're still with me it's true.
Somehow you remain, locked so deep inside.
Not a day goes by.
{Not A Day Goes By | Lonestar}

But we never actually remember their birth date until they're not around to celebrate them anymore.

Then it's a day we can never again forget.

It ain't fair you died too young
like a story that had just begun
but death tore the pages all away.
God knows how I miss you,
All the hell that I've been through
just knowing, no one could take your place.
Sometimes I wonder who you'd be today.
{Who You'd Be Today | Kenny Chesney}


For the first 21 birthdays of my life I never considered the fact that I had a cousin 3 weeks and 3 days younger than me, or another one 7 months and 16 days after mine.

For the first 21 birthdays of my life my birthdays were about me.

And only me.

I miss you a little since you've been gone.
A few little memories keep hanging on.
I miss you a little, I guess you could say
A little too much, a little too often,
a little more every day.
{I Miss You A Little | John Michael Montgomery}

Now they're reminders.

One more age he'll never reach.

Because, even though he would have been 29 today.

He's forever 21.

And I think of you, whenever life gets me down
I think of you whenever you're not around
And you rest your bones somewhere far from my own
But you still pull me home
{Think of You | A Fine Frenzy}