My best friend had a birthday on Wednesday, which we celebrated when she came to visit me today.
I’m not sure that I can adequately describe the place WeedWoman holds in my heart. Despite my practice and skill in manipulating language, I’m never quite satisfied that the way I feel comes through in the words I have at my disposal.
There have been a few people in my life who have just belonged there - no questions asked. Mr. Chili exudes a feeling of familiarity to me that goes well beyond any reasonable explanation: he just “fits.” When Beanie was born, I had an instant feeling of recognition: she and I have lived lives together before, I just know it. Bowyer and I “clicked” right away, and have been clicking ever since (yes, that annoying “tickitty, tickitty” is us…).
It’s much the same for WeedWoman and me - she belongs in my heart, and I in hers. It’s an almost effortless sympathy: we understand each other, even when we feel like we can’t make the words fit; we seem to know, almost telepathically, when one of us needs the phone to ring; we laugh until we can’t breathe at things that no one else understands. I just feel better when she’s around.
I wracked my brain for a suitable gift to give her to recognize her latest trip around the sun and to celebrate her presence in this life, but nothing came to me. Since she’s struggling with food allergies, I couldn’t make her a cake, so I burned a CD of my Ten Things Tuesday remake list and wrote her a card. I bought her lunch today. Really, though, there was really nothing else that I could think of that would really honor her in a way that felt meaningful to me.
I believe that love shouldn’t be kept quiet so, in honor of my best friend’s birthday, I’m shouting from my little blog that a wonderful woman exists in our midst, and that I have the pleasure and privilege to call her “friend.”
I love you very, very much, WW. Happy birthday, Sweetie.
Happy Birthday WeedWoman! (with a nickname like that, why you no got a blog?).
Happy Birthday WeedWoman!
You already know that you and Mrs.Chili have something so special. Sharing the news, sharing the blues, and sharing the delights and celebrations. Wishing you many more Happy Birthdays and trips around the sun with good friends.
Friends like this are family. Aren’t we blessed?
Best wishes and a shout for Joy!
Laurie
a note here: I got here from Fran and her Notes from the UP and also through Mr. Wayfarer..thanks.
Happy Happy to Weedwoman! Many fabulous returns to to your BF!
What a wonderful message of love.
Thank you all so very much! The people that are supposed to love me, the family I didn’t choose, have been pretty awful. It is fantastic to have a family I did choose, headed by Mrs. Chili and Mr. Weed, who love me because they want too! Birthdays can be particularly hard. We wish to be made to feel just a little special. Thanks to Mrs. Chili and you all for filling the bill for me! It’s the best gift I could ever ask to receive.
Birthdays should be happily fantabulous. I’m glad that Chili was able to get you over to the bright side.
Happy, happy birthday to you!