30 September 2005
I am sending big fat birthday love to my best friend nancy today. in my mind, I am filling your house with fresh flowers of every variety. I am baking you an enormous seven-layer chocolate cake with gobs of chocolate icing and sprinkles. I am singing happy birthday to you in my best katherine-hepburn-on-golden-pond voice. I am making you wear a silly hat (ha, look! I really DID make you wear a silly party hat for all the world to see) and I am blowing a party horn probably a little too loudly. I am wishing I could be there to actually do all these things for you because there is great reason to celebrate, because (thank you god) you were born into this world around the same time I got to town.
I have thought so much about our friendship these past couple of months, our friendship that turned twenty years old this past summer. there are so many stories, oh there are stories. I want to write and write until I can't write any longer, there's so much to say. do I write about that summer we first met waitressing together at church camp? do I write about how we loveloveloved U2 together, how passionate and idealistic we both were when we started out? do I write about the trips we've taken together? (more specifically, your first trip to the ocean when we got stuck in that sand storm and our big trip to new york)... do I write about how you instinctively knew ward was a keeper, how you went on to become the world's greatest maid of honor? do I write about how you encouraged me to make the move to atlanta to work with moving in the spirit, how you pushed me to go to the american dance festival? how do I begin to describe my admiration for you? (living in india on your own while doing three months of social work practicum, getting your masters, doing what you do, everyday with so much patience and compassion)... do I write about how you listened to me go on and on and ON during my pregnancies, how great of an auntie you are, how much ava adores you, how you always give the kids the BEST gifts ever? do I write about your fantastic sense of humor, how you make me laugh until no sound is coming out of my mouth, until I can no longer breathe? do I write about the hours and hours we spend on the phone, dissecting relationships and talking about everything and nothing? do I write about how you are the most amazing listener? do I write about how we dream of living in the same city? do I write about how my life has been forever changed by the you-ness of you?
okay, enough with the questions already. happy birthday and I love you.