Today is Jessica’s birthday.
Ever since I started doing things like turning 20, Jessica always did it first. For that, I will be ever grateful. It’s not so weird to be 24 or 29 or 31 when your soul mate does it first. As panicky and weird as I have gotten over a birthday, I can only imagine that it would have a certain kind of awful if I didn’t have the knowledge that it was ok and normal, because that’s how old Jessica is.
And today she is 32. I always have this sense of gratitude on her birthday and rather wish that I could wax nostalgic on her actual birth. But thanks, all the same, to Crazy Janey and Jimbo who made it all possible. And to the brothers, who used to feel like halfway to my own brothers, for being a part of that person.
I don’t know how a person like me got a friend like her, but I’m awfully glad that I did. She’s the best sort of person possible. She is patient and listens to people. I get jealous, in fact, of just how well she can listen to absolutely dullards. She is adorably (possibly freakishly) in love with her cats. She has a wonderful fashion sense, appreciative of the right flavors of quirk, vintage, and classiness. And she changes and evolves so that it’s almost kind of like having a whole new friend, who you immediately love from the word Go. A new friend who suddenly likes miso.
margaret edith 