It’s the birthday of this guy, who “came into my life and made the living fine”:
As per usualy, I can express my feelings best with a quote:
You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.
Happy birthday, Doc!