Birthdays are funny things.

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The first time I wished him a happy birthday, I was fifteen years old. I thought the best author in the world was Stephen King (still do), attended Rocky Horror in Berkeley on a weekly basis, and aspired to someday go to Broadway. He was cynical, sarcastic, three years older than I was, and pretty much my ideal man. We've both changed a lot since then. A few things have stayed constant, however. A few things probably always will.

Happy birthday, darling. May this next year be full of amazements, full of accomplishments, and may you finally get the opportunity to hit me with a fireball.

Love you always.