Morrison is 40 today. He keeps saying that he’s now lived over half his life and I keep telling him to stop and that he will live to 90 if not more if I have anything to do with it, because I want at least 50 more years with Him, if not a million. He is my calm and my partner, my favorite actor, my teacher, he’s part of my brain, my inspiration and sounding board, he is my coffee and my wine and my baking soda, and he is only getting hotter with age, and while I COULD be jealous and rage against a patriarchal society that disvalues women as they get older, it’s more like, WELL: LUCKY, LUCKY ME.
