Yesterday's Birthday Wishes
This is a birthday letter I wrote yesterday that I felt was appropriate for my tumblr, given especially that this person saved me on numerous occasions:
The happiest of birthdays to my love, my friend, and one of my two amazing summer housemates, ___, whose humor and kindness filled each of my days spent in his company. I miss you and wish I could be there to celebrate your birthday. Thank you for humoring me when I wanted to play and explore; for holding me when days were particularly rough; for letting me perfect my iced-vanilla-chai-latte and cannoli skills by using you as my guinea pig even though you hate desserts to a degree; for staring and laughing at me while I danced with Richard Simmons in our living room; for introducing me to your incredible family and whisking me off to wonderful outings with them; for allowing me opportunities to eventually, kind of, sometimes, just a little bit, like the taste of beer...KIND OF; for lecturing me on the beauty of all Italian food but primarily pizza and teaching me the intricacy of making the "perfect sauce;" for making me feel confident and comfortable in my own skin even when I had yesterday's makeup smeared across my face and was dusty and dirty from cleaning the apartment; for teaching me about football and baseball and quizzing me so that I would feel super badass for knowing the answers; for participating in stimulating conversation about topics I once was only able to talk about at Vassar; for managing to make me laugh often and so hard that I could barely breathe and my abs hurt for days; for putting me back on a skateboard after years without the opportunity and for sprinting to my side when I fell off and sprained my arm, and then for simultaneously laughing and lecturing me for wanting to get back on despite the injury; for being my first source of knowledge for all my medical questions of which there were countless; for praising me when I did things well and poking fun at me when I totally screwed up, but in a way that never really hurt my feelings; for sharing a love for crime shows, SVU, and Detective Olivia Benson; for accepting all my triggers and for trying to prevent them when you could; for opening up to me and allowing me to know you; for never making me feel guilty or insignificant; for missing me when I was gone and appreciating me when I wasn't; for knowing firsthand that I'm crazy and, then, caring for and loving me not just in spite of, but for it; for giving me a home when I really had no where else to go; and, of course, for yelling at me for reheating pizza in a microwave instead of an oven and correcting this habit of mine permanently... and so, so much more.
I'm so inexplicably grateful for knowing you and hope that today has been filled with your favorite things, including but not limited to friends, family, football, beer, apple cider donuts, pugs, and pizza. I would send you an iced vanilla chai latte if I could.













