And I want to, but aside from wanting to actually hang out with him on his actual birthday (ps, thank you to everyone who came out last night, especially my friends S&A who took Kyle on to the next hangout when I had to go pick up the kids from my dad's) there is always this secret gnawing away at the edges of my writing-brain.
Kyle is both the easiest and the hardest thing for me to write about.
So give me time and I will have the words to share about this milestone for him, for us.
Meanwhile, the best I have to try and capture my feelings about aging and Kyle and this life that we have eight years in is to show you the greatest thing to come out of it all.
My children. Our children.
Of course, the poor photographer's printer irreparably jammed when it came time to print Tova's picture (we already had Kiedis') so he ended up giving us a CD with both images, thereby pretty much cutting any extra profit for him out of the equation. So here's a solid shout out to Nicholas Studios in Bellbrook for not only obliging us two separate photos of our kids because reasons but also providing us a CD of both of their pictures (instead of just Tova's) free of charge.
Also, for Kiedis being between meltdowns and Tova being ... well, Tova ... these are a pleasant surprise.
But none of these little tidbits would be possible without Kyle, without him in my life and as my partner and my best friend and the father of my children, our children.
So I'm going to go hang out with him and save the verbosity for another day.
Happy 30th birthday, and eight years of us.
Forever, for always, no matter what.