|Not us. But I liked it. Photocredit. The Dainty Squid.|
Today is the birthday of my dear friend, Malissa.
I wish you all had a Malissa in your life. (Well, to me she’s Miss. She’ll always be Miss. I’m sorry Malissa.)
I met Miss at freshman orientation in college. We were in many of the same classes together because we shared a major. She’d remember details of this time better than I do, because that’s who she is. She remembers stuff. The important stuff. And she remembers stuff well. Fast forward to today — seventeen years later. She still remembers the details. She’s amazing.
I have never, in my entire life, met a more adventurous person. Adventurous, as in travel, as in seeking new experiences, as in growing. Miss, this is one of the things I respect (and envy) about you most of all. You carefully weigh decisions, but then you make the decision and you go. You don’t vacillate. You’re open-minded but temper that with reason. You’re the least judgmental person I know; always open to learning. You’re also quick-witted and funny. A conversation with you is obviously enjoyable (duh) and you have an innate ability to bring people into the circle; to make some sort of inclusive dialogue wherin everyone just feels comfortable. Your life footprint is happy, kind and real.
You are one of the few who can go anywhere and I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that you’ll be fine.
So all this to say, I love you.
I love that we can pick up where we left off with no explanations. Ever.
I know that you’re in my heart and I’m in yours.
I’m so glad you were born. I’m so excited about your next adventure (and I can’t wait to visit). AmASIAing.
Happy, happy birthday, dear friend.