how to describe kevin?
kevin feels like my three-year-old-soul-mate.
does that make sense? not really to me either, but that's the only way i can think to describe it.
he, more than anyone else, calls me out. he reminds me to laugh, to smile, balks at my particular brand of girl-crazy and laughingly guides me back to sanity.
but more than anything else he reminds me that life is fun. it's meant to be fun. and thank god for that.
happy birthday, kevin. and thank you.