SOMEONE has a birthday tomorrow and, while I know he hates to be the center of attention, I can’t not do a birthday post. (Uh, and presents. And cake. But at least I stopped trying to make a party happen!)
I’ve called him my rock before, but he’s really more like a buttress: He gives people support to help them grow on their own. I’ve seen him do it with coworkers and friends and family; definitely with me.
I’ve never met anyone as conscientiously caring, whether that takes the form of “buttressing” or recurring donations to causes he cares about or checking in daily with his social network or just showing up twice weekly at his parents’ house to help with what needs helping.
My time with him has made me a better person and I know his friends would agree. Happy birthday, honey. I love you!