She's good stuff, too. No matter what I needed, she would take care of it. She still would.
There was a time, though, when things changed with us. My life was in one place, but her's was in another. One wasn't better than the other, just different. At a Christmas party, she got upset over something unrelated to me, but I spazzed and left. It would be over a year before we spoke again.
One night, as I listened to a new CD, I thought how much she would like it. Then I thought how much I missed sharing those things with her. On a whim, I sent a short email...an olive branch. I must add that apologies are not my strength. Truthfully, I suck at them. I hoped the words conveyed half of what my heart was feeling. I guess they did because she called and we talked until almost 3 in the morning. We picked up right where we left off.
Sometimes we don't talk for a few days...every now and again, we'll go for a week or so. There are no hurt feelings or jealousies; we just catch up and move on. I love this about us.
After years and years of being just fine and dandy on her own, she met a boy (well, re-met the boy....he's a redo.) There was a good, old-fashioned whirlwind romance and a ring. Last week, I sat in a breathtaking garden and watched as they promised all the world to each other. He is a good man, and I know he appreciates the gift of her. I sometimes think he understood before I did.
This post is not witty or funny or sarcastic or intriguing. It's just me letting her know how much I adore her. She's funny and amazing. She's honest and strong. He is lucky to have her...as am I. Love you Jilly.