Happy Birthday Baby

Yup. It's today.
Carlos' birthday, and, as he would tell it, like Vera Charles, he is somewhere between forty.....and death. But, he doesn't get to tell it. I do, because it's my blog and I'll write if I want to....
I am amazed by Carlos. I learn something new about him, from him, every day. His hasn't always been the easiest path; he's had more ups and downs than a power top at an all-night orgy, but he moves on with a smile. He's endured things and overcome things that would break a lesser man, but he does it a laugh and , perhaps, a little sashay that would make RuPaul green with envy.
He has a smirk that makes me swoon.
He has a way with words that makes me feel like a dizzy redhead.
He has a heart and passion for life that is unmatched.
So, here we are, celebrating his birthday for the tenth time together, and I am looking forward to ten more, and ten more, and ten more.
I love you, Carlos, for who you were and who you are and who you will be.
Happy Birthday, Baby, and if they ask, I won't tell.

And, rather than singing that old tired birthday tune, I'll end with a little John Barrowman, and I Am What I Am because Carlos is what he is, and it's the only way he'll have it.