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It's my baby's birthday. Oliver was born twelve years ago, a bit after 1:00 in the afternoon. He makes me laugh. He makes me gasp. He is at once sweet and ferocious. I adore him.
Happy Birthday, my Oliver.
Listen to this:
by My Brightest Diamond
I have never loved someone the way I love you
I have never seen a smile like yours
And if you grow up to be king, or clown, or pauper
I will say you are my favorite one in town
I have never held a hand so soft and sacred
When I see you laugh, I know heaven's key
And when I grow to be a poppy in the graveyard
I will send you all my love upon the breeze
And if the breeze won't blow your way, I will be the sun
And if the sun won't shine your way, I will be the rain
And if the rain won't wash away all your aches and pains
I will find some other way to tell you you're okay
And here are some choice Oliver posts:
The Best of Birthdays highlights Oliver's personality.
Careening Around shows Oliver's fantastic taste in women.
The Mayor shows Oliver's compassion and charm.
You Can't Take the Catholic Out of the School-Boy shows Oliver's fierceness and creativity.
Oliver, Sandy, and the Blessed Virgin Mary shows Oliver's irreverence.
No Name-Calling Week shows Oliver's courage.
Tequila and Hot Dogs shows Oliver's awesome dance talents.