Today, my best friend turns 60.
Barry. My boyfriend. My honey. My love.
The father of my children. The grandfather to my grandchildren.
60. Did I say 60?!
I met Barry when he was 26 years old. I thought he was a bit “old” because I was a mere 22. But it didn’t matter, because it was love at first sight.
I first fell in love with this hot guy (did I just say “hot guy”?) because he was the funniest guy I had ever met. All I did was laugh. Of course it didn’t hurt that he was pretty good-lookin’. We both also loved the Red Sox. We both loved the beach. We both loved to read. And did I mention that he was that perfect combination of intelligence and common sense. Barry could, and still can, figure out anything about anything.
Barry is a gift. He is a gift to everyone he meets. He is respected for his honesty. He is treasured for his ability to include everyone in his circle… there are no divisions or levels. His seemingly endless energy is a marvel. He honors people.
Barry writes poems. He sings (well, he tries). He loves to dance. He loves the Celtics (go, Celtics). He loves tennis. He loves golf. But most of all, Barry loves his family. This love is written on every crease in his face. In his smile. And in his voice.
Today, Barry turns 60. My “Rocket” turns 60. And that young guy who I fell in love with all those years ago… he just gets more perfect by the day. Thank God I didn’t let his age get in the way.
So I give a shout out to the world… HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HONEY-BOY!
This world got a miracle the day you were born. June 11, 1948.
I love you into eternity.
-Sharon – Honey-Girl