||[Apr. 14th, 2005|01:22 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
|[||how ya feelin'?
Once upon a time, when I was a wee little Melly with a dodgy car and no idea who I wanted to be when I grew up, I met this very nice lady. She started our acquaintance by making sure I knew I was in the middle of a wardrobe malfunction and then hugging me with real affection. The combination was completely disarming.
Over the past eight years that hug has been repeated countless times. When I am sad she can tell if I want hugging or not and she'll let me cry in my beer or on her shoulder without ever making me feel silly. When the fourth couple in a month announced their engagement and I got a little shaky and asked her if there was something wrong with me she said "Would you have married those guys?" and I said "No, not on a bet. Not if you paid me," and she said "Then why are you upset that they didn't ask you?" And the sniffles dried up just like *that*. And when I am happy she's my first call. She smiles so that I can hear it through the phone and she has the best "genuinely happy for you" voice ever.
When I am worried she helps me put things in perspective. When I am overwhelmed she makes me feel like I can do anything I set my mind to. And when I'm feeling frustrated she helps me make lists and priorities and get things done. When my mind goes too fast she puts me in a chair with a book and makes me sit very still and when I'm lethargic she takes me on walks.
She tells beautifully funny stories about her life and her adventures and she's put more living into her life than anyone else I know. Once, in a fit of mischievousness, she made a woman move to Oregon. And once? She imported a man from Canada for the express purpose of marrying and corrupting him. But maybe not in that order.
She's a fantastic wife and an even better mother and she taught me that wanting to kill someone occasionally doesn't mean that you don't love them. And that wanting to shoot your husband is ok as long as you don't want to divorce him. She's taught me how much life doesn't need to slow down when you have kids. And she did it not only through example but also through the most hopeful piece of parenting advice I've ever heard. She said to me "Don't focus on all the things you "can't" do when you have a baby with you.. focus on the fact that they make kayak helmets for toddlers." And my thoughts about having kids haven't really been the same since.
She is truly creative while being completely approachable about it. Not only that, but she likes to make new addicts and she thinks there's nothing you can't do if you set your mind to it. Because of her I have the starter tools for about 8 different craft hobbies. Because of her I also have a hand-crocheted shawl, a gorgeous personalized war chest, and a hand-beaded Venetian courtesan’s gown. Some she made me, some I made myself under her encouragement, they are all equally precious to me.
When I need to be quiet, she lets me be and when I need to be loud we get in the car and drive to Pittsburgh for lunch while playing the "Bat out of Hell" album on repeat and singing along at the top of our lungs until we're hoarse.
My best friend is capable of saying exactly the right thing in ten seconds or saying nothing at all for eight hours. I love her for both of those equally. I love her for those and so much more. This entry could go on for pages and pages but I'm going to wrap it up so I can post it while it's still today. Because.. well..
Happy Birthday, wilfulcait... I would be rudderless without you. Also? Very very bored.