Happy Birthday, Duncan

by Benjamin J. Kirby

Today is Duncan's birthday.

I don't say enough about her on this blog, and that really is wrong and awful.  It is wrong, because there is no one more supportive of my writing efforts than Duncan.  Not only couldn't I do it without her, I probably wouldn't.

Why? 

Well, look: it's nice to get mentions and kudos, like I did yesterday from Progress Florida, or pseudo-contact from people I greatly admire, like Rebecca Schoenkopf on Twitter.

But nothing fills my heart full more than my wife reading something I wrote and saying something even passably nice about it.  If I can make her laugh with what I wrote, my heart soars.  And really, like anyone addicted to the rush, there's no other reason to do it.  Satisfying my own desire to write and communicate and talk politics is a far distant second.

So happy birthday to the best muse around.  You're an even better wife, mother, daughter and friend.  

Comments

[Stogie]

Happy Birthday.