Today is my Best Beloved's birthday. He is wonderful. He is kind and loving, he is intelligent, inventive, creative, careful, and unrelenting when there's a problem to be solved.
His sense of humor is frightening, alluring, off-putting, wondrous, sophisticated, sophomoric, and sideways. If people get his humor, I know we will be friends.
He is one of the most intelligent men I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. He re-reads Godel Escher Bach regularly; he re-reads Cordwainer Smith once a year or so. Both of those things he does because he finds something new in the books every time he does it.He forces me to think hard when we're debating, and he likes exercising his own mind when we get into conversations.
He is musical. He introduced me to jazz and taught me that there is no musical genre that does not have music worth listening to and treasuring. When I think of him, I always think of music.
He is handsome, knows how to fill out a suit most impressively, still looks good in a tee and jeans, and is the only man I know who looks good even in a beard.
He is unbelievably strong, even though I don't think he believes he is; he's weathered ailments, heartbreak, bad craziness, the unknown and the terrifyingly known, and come out on the other side.
There is no one on this earth to who I am as happy to wish a happy birthday. Happy birthday, buckaroobob ; happy birthday, dr_whuh!
Happy, happy birthday, my beloved BB.
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