the boy who lived

Today marks the 34th birthday of Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived and his genius creator, J.K. Rowling. I've been re-watching the movies and last night we started the first part of 7.2, to be concluded this evening. This morning Preston went into work late and because he truly loves me, we went to get donuts in Deep Ellum to celebrate Harry's birth (even though Preston said it was not for Harry, he did say "Happy Birthday Harry" as we drove away from Glazed).  

I guess because I've been feeling so nostalgic, I decided to write this post as a tribute to my favorite work of fiction. My parents bought me the first 3 books for Christmas many years ago. My mom heard of the book from one of her patients and told me to look it up in the library. My school librarian had no idea what "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" was but luckily, I was gifted the series later on, and devoured the first book Christmas day. Since then it has been many late nights and early mornings, finishing books and attending midnight premieres. Many quizzes have been taken to determine my Hogwarts house (Slytherin) and requests have already been made to Preston to celebrate our second anniversary at the Wizarding World in Florida next June. 

Thank you J.K. Rowling for your vivid imagination and desire to share the wizarding world with the Muggles. You have created a web of characters that have been more than words on a page. Harry, Ron and Hermione became my friends along with millions of other children and adults all over the world. There is so much to say about Harry Potter and my deep love for it, but I will keep it brief. I am still in awe of the brilliance found in the pages of the seven books and every little detail captured and explained. The movies, though not nearly as good as the books, are still incredible cinematic works and ones that I intend to watch over and over. I am very, very excited to share these books someday with my children and re-live the magic. Today is for Harry and Jo. Back off haters.