I am coming off a week of infusions and feeling way too yucky to party but it’s The Banker’s birthday and saltines and ginger ale are a poor substitute for cake and champagne so we will have to postpone a proper fête. In the mean time, here is a little toast to my bae. This is a song I wrote and recorded with my Brooklyn Bestie. It is for and about The Banker and his incredibly hopeful, enduring and sustaining love for me. Through all the murkiness of life with MS he sees sunny skies and endless possibilities. When I am my grossest, he somehow maintains the best version of me. And when the noise in my head gets too loud I always know I can turn it off and give it over to him. He just seems so certain, to know absolutely where the light is.
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Happy B-day to he Banker.