A long, long, long time ago, my best girlfriend arrived in my life in an unexpected kinda way. We clicked immediately and started our daily, several times a day talks. Our first big fight was because I laughed at something because I couldn't believe it happened and she thought I was laughing because of something else.
I wish I could say we've grown enough to not fight ever...but hell...as close as we are...that ain't EVER happening. We fight. We love each other. We'll live to see another day.
Type A Creole women. JOY. LOL!
And I do love her. With all my heart. She's my absolute best girlfriend in the world and, because of her, I have no secrets because she knows them all. I'm a better person because she makes me mo'betta'er!
Today is her 40th birthday and I couldn't be there to help her celebrate. No worries...she's going to be surrounded by her family and friends at her party...but I'll still be sad I couldn't see her face...hug her neck and do whatever it was she needed done in preparation for her party.
Shelly Bean...I love you. WE love you. More than anything. You're the only person outside of my home I speak to daily and I'm so grateful you know me so well. I don't want to know what life without you is ever like and I look forward to spending the next 40 years together. I can see it now. Porch, ferns, ceiling fans and rocking chairs. Sitting outside rocking...talking 'bout what we need to talk about watching Coley's kids run in the sunlight.
Happy birthday my beautiful inside and out bestie.
I love you.
Punkette.
