That’s right – twenty-two years ago today, the world was blessed with the presence of our very own Simetra. I hope you’ll all join me in wishing Stephen the happiest of birthdays.
Rather than playing around with words and trying to capture the eloquence that other Dopers have displayed when making this sort of announcement, I’ll just come out and say something that I’ve been bursting to tell everyone in the world: I’m completely, head-over-heels, crazy in love with Stephen. The fabulously mind-boggling thing is that he seems to be equally enamored of me. :sigh: I get butterflies just thinking about it.
Since it’s my sweetie’s birthday, I’m going to do a little stream-of-thought gushing over a few things I adore about him. (Yeah, I know… Don’t worry, I’ll be handing out insulin to anyone who needs it.) He has the most beautiful voice – very passionate, very lyrical – and every night he sings me lullabies and songs he’s written. He reads poetry to me, both famous verses and ones of his own creation. He constantly makes me laugh; the thought of him always brings the warmest of smiles to my face. When I need to cry, he sits on the other end of the phoneline, whispering soothing words. He quiets my fears and calms my insecurities. He pays me compliments in French which I certainly don’t deserve. He shares his daydreams with me and is always willing to listen to mine. He fills these little empty places in my heart that I never before knew existed. He makes the cutest sighing noises when he stretches. He’s heartbreakingly attractive. He indulges my ridiculous hypothetical questions. (“Dearest, would you still love me if I was four feet tall, had a hunchback, and there were oozing, festering boils on my face?”) He put up with a mini-phone conversation with my insane sister. He teases me when I refuse to sing. He’s incredibly devoted to his family and friends. He’s always honest. He’s one of the most talented people I know. Astoundingly enough, he thinks I’m beautiful. He sent me an Air Force T-shirt with his cologne on it that I wear to bed every night. I can talk to him for hours on end about every topic imaginable. He makes me happy in a way no one else can. He’s wonderful. He’s amazing. He’s Stephen – you can’t get any better than that.
Happy birthday, my darling one. I love you.