In 2001, I met a handsome guy named Durel with a really sweet Southern accent. I got a crush on him. Our first date involved beer, some dude with a TV show on public access cable, and his friend the rabbi who wouldn't answer his phone. We've never been boring.
Today is Durel's birthday.
He's been my best friend for more than a decade, my husband for almost a decade, an amazing dad for five years, and Coach D to the formidable DC Dragons four year old soccer team for a month or so.
He's great. And given the amount of ink I spill about Jack's birthdays, I had to take a moment and thoroughly embarrass Durel by spilling a little ink in his honor.
Hope you get some well-deserved props today.