A handsome guy, don’t you think?
At the moment, he is clean shaven.
It’s his birthday today. A very special birthday. Well, why not just say it? He’s 60 today.
And let me tell you, he just gets better and better. Sixty-schmixty. Who cares? I’m sure glad he was born on June 24, 1951. And I’m sure glad I met him on July 4, 1994.
Happy Birthday, honey. You are the love of my life: my husband, my partner, my boyfriend, my fiance, my pal. You are a intelligent and talented man: an actor, a writer, a singer-songwriter. You are kind and compassionate, honest and true. You are a good friend to your many friends. You care about others. You are an honorable man. You are unfailingly polite. You have the best laugh. The dogs adore you. I adore you. Everyone who meets you ends up adoring you. How could they not? Oh, and you can make me laugh so hard that I pee in my pants.
Here’s to a wonderful year ahead, my love.