((Originally posted to Harold's journal.))
Heh. Bet you thought I'd disappeared, huh?
Sorry if it shows up at the wrong time, this trans-universal stuff is kind of unpredictable. Is anyone even still out there?
Eh. This message is for one guy only, anyway.
Hey, love. Hey.
I guess this kind of thing's going to be one of those personal traditions. You're twenty years old. Seriously, it doesn't feel like a year since I left the last one, and I guess it's kind of silly I'm still using this journal-thing, but hey. I'm comfortable with myself.
You're twenty, and in a few days, we'll have been married a whole year.
In a lot of ways I guess it does feel like a year, too. Hard to think of everything we've been through since the last one. Hell, it won't be just the two of us sitting around as wrinkly old men yelling at kids to get the fuck off our lawn, anymore. We added to our family. How amazing is that?
So I don't have a teenage trophy husband anymore. I'm good with that. Really good. 'Cause I told you never to stop growing, and I meant it. I've loved the last year. Even when it was hard. Even when it damn near killed us. 'Cause even holding on to life by our fingernails, it was better than not having you at all.
You're my soul, and you're twenty years old. How amazing is that?
Oh! Can't forget this. Okay:
'Scotty,
Happy birthday. Not, obviously, a unique sentiment, but heartfelt all the same. I wish that I had words of more profundity to offer on such a treasured occasion as the day of your birth. I can only say that my life has been enriched by the mere fact of your being, and that I fully intend to offer whatever enrichment to the rest of that being that is within my power to give.
I love you. You are exceptional.
Renfield'
Ah, yeah. He wanted in on this thing, and I wasn't gonna leave him out. How was my impression? Yeah, nobody tell him I did that impression. Or at least, nobody let him hear it.
I love you. Happy birthday, Scotty. Don't stop growing. You're still something new and amazing every day. I'm gonna love every second, every hour, every day, every year to come. Forever.
Heh. Bet you thought I'd disappeared, huh?
Sorry if it shows up at the wrong time, this trans-universal stuff is kind of unpredictable. Is anyone even still out there?
Eh. This message is for one guy only, anyway.
Hey, love. Hey.
I guess this kind of thing's going to be one of those personal traditions. You're twenty years old. Seriously, it doesn't feel like a year since I left the last one, and I guess it's kind of silly I'm still using this journal-thing, but hey. I'm comfortable with myself.
You're twenty, and in a few days, we'll have been married a whole year.
In a lot of ways I guess it does feel like a year, too. Hard to think of everything we've been through since the last one. Hell, it won't be just the two of us sitting around as wrinkly old men yelling at kids to get the fuck off our lawn, anymore. We added to our family. How amazing is that?
So I don't have a teenage trophy husband anymore. I'm good with that. Really good. 'Cause I told you never to stop growing, and I meant it. I've loved the last year. Even when it was hard. Even when it damn near killed us. 'Cause even holding on to life by our fingernails, it was better than not having you at all.
You're my soul, and you're twenty years old. How amazing is that?
Oh! Can't forget this. Okay:
'Scotty,
Happy birthday. Not, obviously, a unique sentiment, but heartfelt all the same. I wish that I had words of more profundity to offer on such a treasured occasion as the day of your birth. I can only say that my life has been enriched by the mere fact of your being, and that I fully intend to offer whatever enrichment to the rest of that being that is within my power to give.
I love you. You are exceptional.
Renfield'
Ah, yeah. He wanted in on this thing, and I wasn't gonna leave him out. How was my impression? Yeah, nobody tell him I did that impression. Or at least, nobody let him hear it.
I love you. Happy birthday, Scotty. Don't stop growing. You're still something new and amazing every day. I'm gonna love every second, every hour, every day, every year to come. Forever.