Jul 16, 2011
Happy birthday, baby.
Today, I’m sitting 508 miles from my partner. It’s his birthday. I can’t be there with him (although, for a moment, I thought about hopping in my rental car and driving home to him but I don’t think my company would appreciate the extra 1000 miles of gas that would cost). I can call him (and I will), I can post “Happy birthday!” on Facebook (and I will), and I can write about him (I am). I can tell you how fucking special he is to me. But I can’t hug him, I can’t kiss him, I can’t scratch his head while he lays it in my lap. It’s important to me to keep this from being maudlin because today should be a celebration. My boy should be celebrated.
Today, my blog becomes that celebration.
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