I’m tipsy with vodka and I’m close to falling asleep. The rain is beating strong against my window and I look at the clock. It’s 10:53 in the evening. In a few hours it’ll be your birthday.
It has been more than a year of not seeing you. Although we write frequently to each other and you’ve called me on the phone a handful of times, nothing beats actual encounter. When two people can have coffee together and see each other’s smiles or feel each other’s hand shake. Nothing defeats that, not by a mile. Distance with the people I would like to be closer have been the constant theme of my life. You joined them last year.
It is true what that old poem said, friends are family we pick along the way. And like most of my family, you are far too. I can’t wait for August. I hope all goes well and your plan to visit does continue. I am looking forward, with great anticipation, to going shopping and hanging out in Starbuck’s with you. I also hope we can catch a movie. These are the simple things I hope I can enjoy again. God knows I’ve gone soft and I try to enjoy the simplest things in life.
Happy birthday … may all your dreams come true and may all your worries go away.
With a heavy head and hoping I sleep well,
I hope you get drunk today and oh, I read this amazing book that I want you to read too (while we wait for The Sorceress). Come visit this same page on Thursday and you’ll know what book.