Belated

I know it is a few days late at this point, but happy birthday to Neil Gaiman!

I'm feeling it.

Amanda wrote him the most amazing birthday wishes on facebook. And I love it. I hope she doesn't mind me sharing it here.

Also, buy her book, The Art of Asking. Just do it. I can't see anyone being disappointed. I'm asking for it for Christmas and buying it for a friend as well.

Amanda Palmer

November 10

it's Neil Gaiman's birthday today, he's 54, and he's waking up at 4:30 in the morning to get on a plane to boston (i just got here) that he just re-scheduled to miss the massive snow-storm supposedly heading into the midwest....just so he doesn't miss the massive book-and-birthday two day blow-out we have planned.

i don't know how often i say it, or if i say it enough, or what is or isn't enough,or where it matters to say it, sometimes.

but i love him, so so much, and the love grows weirder, and deeper, and lighter, and darker and realer with every passing year.

we're both aging.

i'm seeing new lines in my face and feeling the sagging and loosening of my skin. he's worried about his silvering hair. it's a losing battle, if you're trying to fight time. you have to make love to time, it's the only way.

i worry about losing him.
he worries about losing me.
i worry about missing him.
he worries that i worry too much.

then we argue. boy, are we fucking married.

here's what i know:

i love you, neil gaiman, every sag, nose-hair, wrinkle and crevasse.
every missed connection, every misplaced detail, every forgotten promise. it's fine.

i love the fuck out of you.

happy birthday, baby.

and p.s....if you are coming to the boston book-launch concert (technically tomorrow, tuesday the 11th), and you see him....blow him a birthday kiss and give him a sympathetic smile. he's a good husband, spending his birthday pimping his wife's book.