Does she carry Bayer in her purse for your upcoming heart attack due to your salt obsession? If not, I’ll send her my bottle.
After a decade of knowing, moving, changing, and growing up together, I have become an expert on all things you. Now that our lives are separate and there are new characters introduced I have some advice I’d like to share.
I need her to know that your head used to be so full with long hair and little curls at the end. And sometimes still, when you miss a haircut, the nape of your neck curls a little. When those show up she can twirl them around her finger. Actually, I need her to know this so she can lovingly make fun of your whisps that barely come to your forehead. I hope she counts your 8 chest hairs and lets you know when you have a new one. I hope she appreciates how varied your palate is. You eat blueberries, for Christ sake! The days of only plain hamburgers and Hungry Howies pizza are long gone. She should appreciate when you stay up past 8:30. She should put down her phone, or her school work, and she should play a game with you or build a puzzle. I hope she asks you important questions like, “What is the craziest trip you’ve ever been on?” and “Tell me about your Grandparents”. And when you tell her about Grandpa Red and show her some pictures, I hope she sees how much like him you are, especially in the heart. I hope she embraces your relationship with your mom and encourages you to take the time with her that she does with her mom. When you fall asleep on the couch and she snaps a photo she should create an album titled Just Checking for Cracks. Tell her not to mind your ritualistic behaviors or your preference for the mundane. You are stable and reliable.
Does she know that you are terrible at singing but music is one of your favorite things? Does she sing along with you? To Petty and Dylan? I hope for the past month she has heard your “Masters” jingle in preparation for this week and understands where your priorities lie while it’s on. I want her to know that you call every day when you leave work, not because you are checking up on her, but because that’s how you show you have been thinking of her and that you want her as part of your daily routine. I hope she pushes you to change and grow in a healthy way. I hope she challenges your repetitive nature and compliments your dedication to any project you commit to. When you have had a bad day and are frustrated I hope she listens, really listens, offers encouragement and then gets you ice cream.
There are so many things I wish I could tell her. About you, and your family and who you used to be and who you have become. But most of all, I want to tell her that she is one lucky woman. I want her to know that men aren’t made like you very often and to have you is to know true love.
My wish is that you find all your happiness within yourself and next to someone else. You deserve it.