Happy Birthday, Darling

I thought about making a playlist for you. Something to commemorate the last year. We have such similar taste in music anyway. But that fell through, because the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I can't (for once) sum up everything I have to say in music. Also, it's really hard. =) But I did figure a few songs. And I'm thinking, if I can, I'll mail you the CD as a Christmas gift instead. But for your birthday, I elected to do this post instead.

You have been such a great friend the last year. One I never see, and can't talk to in person, and can't just hang out with. And, despite all this, you really have been such a great friend. Just as important to me as the friends I see every day. You rank right up there on the list of people important enought for terrorists to kidnap in order to persuade me to do something. I'm serious. It's you, Matt Thiessen, and all my friends here. You see that, you rank with the holiness of Matt Thiessen (and Chris Martin as well, but I feel we should give his name a break) and all my best friends. You are the coolest person I know who I never see.

I love the way you are totally your own person, but still sensitive to how others perceive you. I love how you have complete and total confidence, yet you're a human being. I love how you are everything I want to be and everything I can't be, but I don't hate you. The exact opposite, actually. I absolutely love you, and am so glad that you crashed our blog party last year. Without that fateful moment, I don't think I ever would have been motivated enough to become a better person. I can't believe I won't be able to see you today, and I'm so sad you can't hang out with us. I really wish you could be here.

Thanks for being born. Seriously. You're awesome.

She waits, hesitant to say that her words are beautiful,
hesitant. Our reassurance doesn't
reassure her, and she continues to
question. Can't she see that she is more
than all that?

She has that way, of saying how she feels,
putting it delicately, though,
so you are never offended. She has that
way, of walking with confidence I
wish I had. She just has that way.

And on her birthday, I wish she
could be here, to live, laugh, love
with us, I wish I could be there, to see
her after months apart.

And on her birthday, I wish I
could write as well as her, to show
her how much I love her.


Happy Birthday, Emilea!!!! We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much!
Heather