Today is Ben’s birthday, but instead of turning 37, he is once again 35, forever 35. I am suddenly only five years younger than him rather than seven. Someday, I’ll be older than him. Even though I will (presumably) surpass his age, there’s no way I will ever surpass his wisdom or his intelligence or his patience or his selflessness or his nerdiness or or or.
Happy birthday, Benjiman Wayne.