I will always remember my first 29th birthday. It was the year that the bug initiated his arrival. It is funny how a person’s birth story can be indicative of the person that they will become. He graciously came into the world a full week ahead of schedule. Giving up his safe, quiet, warm place, so his dear mum wouldn’t have of to bear the weight of him and all of the cheesey poofs that I consumed during his gestation, any longer.
In a lot of cultures and religions 13 is the age of manhood. I’m not ready to give him up yet but he is well on his way. He is kind, thoughtful, and loving. A champion for the underdog. He will make someone a wonderful partner some day. Let that person be warned that they had better be good to him. That they better never take him for granted. They must tell him regularly how special he is. These are the only conditions under which I will let him go. He is a sensitive guy who will be quite the catch….
…when I am ready to let him go