Thirty-eight years ago, the world rejoiced when a dark-haired little baby boy was born.
Well, okay, not the whole world. Just a few small pockets of world in Nova Scotia and various spots in the Northeast. The lucky people.
There was a young couple in the Deep South who didn't know it was a significant day. They had no idea that one day their little girl would grow up to marry that little boy. That's because the little girl wouldn't actually exist for another three-and-a-half years. So really, this Southern family doesn't have much to do with this story at this point. But I'm writing it, so we're in here anyway.
It hasn't been the most festive anniversary/birthday season we've ever had. I've been sick for twenty-three centuries, and today Darren developed a cold. But you know something about Darren? He doesn't really complain. He sees what needs to be done, and he does it. He cherishes his sick wife. Which is why, as more pockets of the world get to know him, more people rejoice for that October day 38 years ago.
And see why I'm so anxious to get a foothold in this story, even three and a half years before I actually was anybody? Who would want to miss out on a guy like this?
Happy Birthday, DJ. Love you!!
-- SJ
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
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This is really sweet, and sweetly-written. And, considering your fever, surprisingly lacking in moving walls, squirrels scrabbling in the attic, gaslights flickering, etc.
Happy Birthday Darren! From your fan club chapter in the rainy, gray Northwest.
Kristen said it well. This is sweet and as a;ways well written.
This post reminded me of the opening of a Tim Burton movie, or maybe a happy Cohen brothers film. An old, cheery man would narrate the opening, and you'd see images of the families in the parts of the world (like your family would just be sitting in chairs or something, because you weren't born and they have nothing to do with it.) That's the voice you wrote this in. A Tim Burton/Cohen team-up. NICELY DONE. And I got tears in my eyes because it was SO sweet! What cuties you are!
Hm, if I'm writing like Tim Burton, then maybe the fever IS affecting me, Kristen.
-- SJ
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