I just got off the phone with Daryk. Daryk has the incredibly memorable birthday of September 11th. I believe one of his siblings was born on Pearl Harbor day, or maybe it was on the anniversary of the Hindenburg.

Nevertheless, there's nothing like a conversation with Daryk to remind me what it feels like to really, truly be loved. We talked about nothing -- his cats, my cats, house-hunting, yadda yadda yadda -- but it made me feel wonderful, just like it always does.

Happy birthday, Daryk. I love you. I'm glad you're a part of my life.