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Today (as in when I’m actually writing this) is my cousin Melyssa’s birthday. Happy birthday, Myss. Love ya; love your kids, so glad you were born. Hugs and apple crisp and poster thoughts sent your way all day. I hope you were cherished today.
Today (as in when anyone is actually going to be reading this) is also someone else’s birthday. She doesn’t like it when people look at her, so I won’t be mentioning her by name. I’m just here, sitting at my computer, not looking at anyone, musing about a certain birthday celebrator.
She is smart and funny – can make me laugh until I have to cross my legs. She’s capable of things I can’t believe. She undersells herself. She is a talented writer, who will really enjoy that aspect of herself someday when she’s ready/has time. Her gentle urgings have literally saved my life more than once (and I say that as someone who HATES it when people misuse the word “literally”). She is my best friend. And may I say to her, on this her day, may God bless you with joy and peace and wonder in the timeless world you occupy. Thank you so much for all you do and all you give. Love you.