Bringing in the Cheer

Bringing in the Cheer

Today is Charlie's birthday. I would go on a long tangent about the kind of person he is, but I think I've done that. As self-effacing as he is, I know he would say; "Oh stop!" Besides, I'm pretty sure everyone knows how I feel about the guy. I've written enough about him to put people into a diabetic coma. Yet, it would still never amount to describe fully what he means to me. I really don't know anyone quite like him. If we were to play a word association game and you said "Charlie," I would respond with "sacrifice." He gives without regard for himself. He always has. He always will.

He just got home from spending the last few nights at his mom's and I wondered what I could give him for his birthday. I thought it would be fun to take him to the Clay Aiken concert tonight. Not that he's a fan or anything, but because Caris is singing in the concert. An honor to be sure. Her choral teacher thought that she and a few of her Madrigal mates were good enough to sing backup for Clay. Apparantly Clay thought so too when they went to audition. Tonight's the big night. So I called the box office of the Orange County Performing Arts Center thinking that I would get a couple of tickets. The only tickets available are in the $100 each range. I know that doesn't seem like a lot of money. But it is. So, we'll have to just give her a kiss and a "break a leg" for luck and send her off on her musical way.

I just asked him what he'd like to do for his birthday. "A pint at the pub." Sounds good to me.

Happy Birthday Chooch. I love you.