Happy birthday, Steve!
Happiest of birthdays to my most excellent top. Unfortunately, I won’t get to see him this week, as he’s treating himself to a ski trip for his birthday. So, assuming he doesn’t hit a tree or do heaven knows what to injure himself, knock wood, we’ll celebrate next week. However, I just had to give a shout out to the man who came into my life about 3 1/2 years ago, exactly when I needed him most, and — as he promised, many times — hasn’t gone anywhere.
I’m not used to people not going anywhere. But he has remained, and is very special to me indeed.
Funny, I seem to have lost this pair of panties (where do these things disappear to? I think they’re with all my missing socks), but at least I kept the top. 🙂
You’ve seen me at my worst — bawling, depressed, sick, and even fresh out of surgery — and you’re still here. A lot of play partners want just that — play. I don’t blame them. But you’ve been so much more; you’ve been a friend, too.
So happy birthday, Steve! Thank you. ♥