My dearest friend of 32 years has an annoying habit of reading my mind, being there for me above and beyond the call of duty and coming up with the most thoughtful, if eclectic, methods of helping me get where I am efforting to go.
As many of you know, today is Uppity’s birthday. We have never met. I don’t know what she looks like or her real name. We correspond from what I assume is a very long distance. Yet I know in my heart that the following words, written for my friend nearly 20 years ago, could not be more appropriate:
It is the card you send for no occasion at all
it is the smile you offer at the simplest courtesy
it is the tear in your eye when you unwrap the ribbon
it is the pat on the back you give when everybody knows you don’t give them
it is the miles you drive rather than the words you say
it is the gracefully gawky way you sidestep the compliment
it is the help you give rather than the advice
it is your champion nature
it is your big heart beating
it is your loyalty
it is your elephant memory which forgets me not for a minute
it is in the way you check in and never check out
and your magnificent giggle at a secret only we would understand
it is the seniority earned from showing up at the plate year after year
it is the way you’d deck me if I said your name in this poem.
it is a friendship I treasure
it is here for a lifetime
it is you, my friend,
and you know who you are.
Happy, Happy Birthday, most beautiful Uppity Woman.
Thank you for providing us a safe and glorious container to thrash around in, and for never flinching or shying away from your true expression.
Wishing you a year filled with joy, abundance, laughter, love — and lots of healthy traffic!
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