Today is my lover’s birthday. He dreads this day every year because he thinks he is getting old. I tease him every year by saying, “you are only as old as you act, so my love, you are barely 12 years old…”
It’s funny to think that he worries about getting older because he is so young at life, young at heart, and young in spirit. He always gets carded because of his boyishly handsome good looks. He is the life of the party and people – women especially – flock to him at parties. He has very few worries in his life because he chooses to celebrate the goodness in life, to focus on the fun that life has to offer.
He’s my own Peter Pan… and I love when he turns to me and whispers, “Forget them, Wendy. Forget them all. Come with me where you’ll never, never have to worry about grown up things again.”
All we need is fairy dust…
Happy birthday, my love… and remember, you just think happy thoughts.
Happy birthday J!!!!