I guess as you get older, birthdays are less about cake and presents than they are about taking stock.
SP is my best friend. What I mean by that is that I am lucky to have one person on the planet that I trust absolutely, without reservation.
We met 16 years ago. I was 32; he was 20. He lives in London now with his boyfriend, but they are in the process of applying to move to Canada next year. Being on the same continent again will be my birthday present.
Happy Birthday, SP!