It's what I call my Best Beloved. It's one of those little in-jokes that couples have, nothing more or less than that. It certainly doesn't begin to explain how wonderful he is. And he is wonderful, and I do, on his birthday, want to list a few of the reasons.
- He's brilliant, possibly one of the smartest people I know. I have learned never to indulge in sloppy thinking around him, and I have also been pushed simply by his example to try to learn more, read more, and think more.
- He's patient. I know this for a fact, because I've been the beneficiary more times than I can count. Sometimes I think his patience is super-human. If I wasn't certain he'd laugh himself foolish at the thought, I'd nominate him for sainthood when it comes to patience.
- He's kind. That's a quality that sometimes seems to fall by the way in many people, which is a shame. My Best Beloved understands that people's hearts bruise easily, that children need a gentle hand, that all animals need to be treated with respect. He also understands that kindness is not weakness.
- He's talented. He can tell a story, sing a song, hold an audience spell-bound, rig an audio system, make our home computer network dance the minuet when, by rights, it shouldn't be able to walk and chew gum at the same time, research anything and everything with the kind of diligence and thorough dedication I wish I could muster in my job, and do pretty much anything you need done.
- He is tough. He has fought back against the kinds of illnesses and ailments no one should have to suffer, and he has managed to smile and think of others instead of himself, even if that attitude has sometimes been under severe pressure.
- He's funny. Hey, this is BB we're talking about. He can do weird, he can do college sophomoric, he can do Noel Coward sophisticated, he can do sideways genius — he is, frankly, one of the funniest people in the known universe, and he has kept me laughing for 29 years.