I was nineteen when I first saw her. She was taking a walk through the neighborhood, drinking a cup of coffee -- or maybe, tea in a coffee cup. She had a bounce in her walk that should have slopped the coffee/tea or the brim, but didn't. She was smiling and that smile took my heart away. At nineteen, I was the biggest dork on the planet and girls were an abstract pleasure. I fell in love with that smile and fervently wished for a fair and just universe in which every other male would mysteriously vanish so that she would eventually have to notice me.
I actually met her a few months later and got a good look at her eyes and was lost. She had the most beautiful eyes in the world. How can one person be blessed with those eyes and that smile? Kitty was the most beautiful person I had ever met -- or will ever meet. Turns out that I wasn't as big a dork as I had thought. Or, perhaps I was and Kitty was too kind not to talk with me. One thing led to another and here we are forty-seven years later and I am the luckiest man on earth.
So, happy birthday, my love. This is going to be the year of motility as your leg completely heals and you are able to smile that wondrous smile far more often. This is going to be your year of joy and health and accomplishment. This is going to be just another year where I will love you completely.
Happy birthday to Kitty, and many happy returns!ReplyDelete
Jerry, please convey my belated birthday greetings to Kitty. I wish you both many years of togetherness, in good health and happiness.ReplyDelete