Saturday, December 6, 2008- Loves

Ahhh. You know those perfect shining moments in which you suddenly realize how unbelievably gorgeous the world is and how wonderful life is etc. etc. and you just feel so... happy? Yes, well, quite suddenly, and rather randomly, I seem to have been gifted with one of those moments. And I feel... like saying thank you. A heads up- I'm afraid I'm in a state of euphoria right now that an uncreative mind might compare to a drug-high. As in, be forewarned, my writing might sound a little bizzarre right now...

Asnyway, as I was saying, I feel... like saying thank you. A thank you to all those beautiful people who make life worth living. And although Thanksgiving was weeks ago, since when do I ever turn my work in on time?
Mothy. Thank you for all you've done for me- no one in their right mind would have chosen my violin over one's house, nor would they have done any number of those innumerable and inhuman things you've done and sacrificed for me. Thank you for my absolutely bizarre sense of humor, love of heated and entirely pointless arguments, and thirst for knowledge- all inherited from you, Mothy dearest. Thanks for the laughs, the fights, the hugs, the kisses, the music, the books, the neverending conversation and the neverending love. Thank you, Mum. I love you, funny little woman.

Ah, Bridget. My newest friend, and, if not the closest to my shy heart, very close indeed. I am in awe of your awesomeness. I think I'll never find you boring because you have never failed to surprise me. You are unbelievably brilliant, and, although you seem to vaguely acknowledge this, you have a total lack of ego. You are among the few truly honest people I am graced with knowing, (all of whom I can count on one hand.) Genuine and real and so... human. You have a delightful and surprising sense of humor that is infectious to anyone within a 3 yard radius. You're a shining light, Bridge, you go your own way, and you're a fearless stubborn warrior against the blind ranks of blonde conformity. You are by far one of my favorite writers, your poems are just like you. I must admit I'm mystified, how did white suburbia manage to birth someone so unlike anyone I've ever met? You're my Stargirl, Bridget. Thank you for bearing with the mood swings and the general insanity. Thank you for the passionate intellectual conversations, and for indulging me in my love for playful arguments. I love you dear. Diamond.

Grace! You! Prescious thing! I haven't any idea how to begin, you're just that... encroyable! I miss you so much it hurts. The halls of Breck still feel empty without your giggles and motherly lectures. Watching your vlogs and reading your blogs are by far and always my favorite part of the day. Even from the opposite end of the country you have never failed to make me smile. Speaking of shining light... :) it's quite ironic you don't believe in angels you know... I don't know how to tell you how entirely grateful I am that we're still friends. I never ever want that to change. From what I read and see you are blooming. Mango, darling girl, you are so heart-warmingly kind. Like old-fashioned beautiful Little Women kind. It's almost a lost thing in this cold new world. You have a gift for comedy and you are unquestionably the funniest person I know. Your writing... makes me cry. The prose is so beautiful, so honest. Your stories are riveting. Your unquenchable vivacity and love of life I am in awe of. Whatever you end up being, you are destined to astonish the world, I know. I don't know if you remeber this, but I recently found the poem I wrote for you on a whim in 7th grade. I thought you might enjoy reading it again. Forgive the, er, badness of it. I've never been much of a poet and leafing through thses other pages I seem to have been going through a particularly terrible prose-phase in those days but no matter...
Grace
When you think of her
She's always smiling
And you're always smiling
That's her essense
a smile
With a conscience
And an "ability"
To Become annoyed
If laughter took the form of a person
It would be her
She has what they call
"A heart of gold"
Except that gold is cold and hard and heavy
No, our Grace has
A heart of brownies
And a smile the very sun would envy
A sunny chesire cat
But not simply good and kind is Grace
But quick to temper too
A fire
Warm, yet
Carrying the potential of a sting
Fascinating and crackling
With happy laughter
Fire, yes
And a smile too
But most of all
She's a friend
Our Grace

Maia. You. My bestie for almost a decade, can you believe it?! Thank you for the giggles, the many sleepovers, the arguments that start in the most random places for the most random reasons, the shared craze for movies. The hour-long phone conversations and countless emails. The fashion shows, the grotesque makeovers I subjected you to. The passionate agreements, the adventures, the games. Thank you for putting up with me all thses years. I'll love you forever and by God I'll know you forever and always.

Lily, you are beautiful, hilarious, and incredibly understanding- the big sister I always wanted. Danny, I miss you entirely too much, sunshine, I'm thinking of you always. Eileen, you're right up with Dickinson and Austen on my shelf. Keep being amazing, sweetie, I love you. Hattie, babe, life aint the same without you a door away. I miss you all so much.

Sigh. I feel blessed.
'Nighty-Night my good people.