originally posted many moons ago ...
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 about him if I want to....
I am constantly 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 fifteenth time together, and I am looking forward to more, and more, and 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.
Happy Birthday, Husband ....