And I Would Say Yes

On this day twenty-seven years ago, at approximately 4:20 in the morning, a ten pound baby boy with a head roughly the size of a bowling ball was born. He would have skin so pale that one of his first sunburns was so bad he would actually blister and be miserable for the rest of his summer break.

He would have subtle grey eyes that sometimes appeared blue and a large nose that suited his face so well it would take a moment for observers to realize the true size of it. Along his arms, up his shoulders, and across his back would be scores of freckles.

His hair would start out a dark orange-red, and as he got older the orange would turn even darker, like leaves in autumn, so that the color was brown-red. But his beard would be orange. Very, orange. With blonde around the corners of his mouth. The hair on his arms would be blonde, and his eyelashes would appear short, although they were long, because the very tips were a coppery color that showed up beautifully in sunlight.

He would be tall, very tall. Well over six foot, and with shoulders like doorways. He would be lean, but it would be just barely evident that of all the meals one could eat, dessert would be the one he favored most. He would grow into his enormous head and he would wear glasses. The combination of his obvious strength combined with his poor eyesight would have a disarming effect on those he met, while at the same one could find themselves intimidated.

He would be handsome, in the way that people could be handsome yet not immediately take your breath away. One would think, 'not bad', and move on. That person would be a fool. They would never get to know him then, they would never talk to him and learn his sense of humor (dry, sarcastic, very very funny), how he sees the world (it's stupid but it's beautiful too), his opinions on canceled sci-fi shows (what happened to Firefly is a travesty), or anything about him that's interesting (which would be everything).

They would never see his smile that completely transforms his face, that turns him from simply handsome to someone you can't take your eyes off of. The way his eyes crinkle when he laughs, the sound of his laugh. They would never hear the low rumble of his voice when he speaks, or the slightly higher pitch he unconsciously adopts when he's really excited about something. They would never hear the way he says 'I love you', even when he doesn't speak the words.

On this day twenty-seven years ago, at approximately 4:20 in the morning, a ten pound baby boy with a head roughly the size of a bowling ball was born. Twenty-three years, three months, and x number of days later he would be sitting in a classroom at a table one row in front of a young blonde girl who chose that day not to wash her hair before class. The students would introduce themselves at the front of the class and say a few things about themselves and afterward during a break, he would turn around in his seat and say to her seven words that would change her life forever:

"Do you have a brother named Scott?"