It's been about five months since 'the boy' entered my life, and it's been a pretty crazy rollercoaster ride. Anyone who sits down with Ziller Miles will realize that he leads a pretty unconventional existance. He is unpredictable, impulsive, brash, and one-of-a-kind. He's one of those unbelievable characters that you think you find only in fiction, possibly three of them all rolled into one. He's the anti-hero, the eternal prodigal son, the loveable rogue... in search of something even he wouldn't be able to explain to you.

But you know what else he is?

He is capable of such kindness, such verve, such love. He's a bleeding heart who tries to hide behind his bad-boy facade. He brings me coffee every morning. He paints beautiful complex colors on walls, and builds me art tables. He beatboxes, and drums, and sings in Creole (both French and English). He has handmade tattoos, and a penchant for sunglasses. He surfs, and cooks, and can turn chaos into order. He lives in the moment, walking to his own drumbeat. Best of all? He loves me. 

So... today's his birthday. His first proper one in a really long time. So send all your good vibes and birthday wishes this-a-way. It's much appreciated.