Today is my professor's birthday. Forty years ago today, somewhere in Virgina, he came screaming into this world and I'm fairly certain, though I was not there, he immediately changed the lives of every person in his world for the better. The much better.
How do I know this? Well, it's just the kind of person my professor happens to be, truthfully. I don't say that lightly, at all. In fact, I say it with quite a bit of trepidation. I whisper around here, quite a lot, that this is all just some big magical prank that the Universe is playing on me. Or a fabulous sort of crazy dream. One where I fell down a long and winding rainbow hued worm hole that somehow landed me in this crazy mixed up place called Utah, in a very Salty City that doesn't have an ocean for as far as I can see.
My professor is part of that dream of mine. In the list of all of the things I wrote about the person I wanted to come share my life with me and my dogs, he ticked off every single item. My professor had no idea the list even existed, but into my life he walked, quite by accident, and then after just a mere 24 hours he announced that he was staying.
That is how it all happened.
I could write all about how he's turning 40 today, how I'm freaking out because I've never ever been in a loving relationship with any person who has been that old and it scares me to think that I'm capable of doing so, but this is about him, not about me. Instead, I'm going to share that in my own head, he's not actually turning 40 today. He's 39, plus 1. From now on, in fact, he'll always just be 30-something plus some other really beautiful combination of things. I never actually know how old I am, so why should I need to know how old he is?
The most important part is that on March 29, 1973 my professor was born with a heart that beats way far outside his chest and brain that is unquestionably the most curious of all the brains that I have ever met. His world collided with mine and he decided that he'd make the two of our worlds stick together with some sort of magical super glue. He makes every one of my days better than the day before. Loving him has taught me all the right ways to own my glitter. My professor really is my best gift ever. I just hope his next 40 years spinning wildly around the sun are just as filled with love as his first 40 have been.