Today would be my dude’s 51st birthday.
Since I don’t communicate with him, and I think he still reads me, I’m using this opportunity to wish him a very happy birthday.
Hope the day is beautiful Babe. With a Green bean somewhere, maybe a cinnabon for celebration. Or maybe just a strawberry pop tart 😉
To make the day even better, I had the most delicious dream last night. Of course, about you. I went to visit you in Baghdad. You hid me in the loo because Jay came for an unexpected visit ;-).You were just as exited to see me as I was seeing you! I wish I could put in words just how utterly glorious the first hug was. Nothing under the belt or anything, just a bone crushing, limb popping, great, big, bear hug. With my face in your neck, your smell in my nose, your voice in my ear. I went off in Morpheus’ arms with a smile on my face – a dream worth dreaming.
Suffice to say, you are still in my thoughts – every day, and apparently every night while I sleep. Maybe your birthday had something to do with it – my subconscious has a way of hijacking my body and mind on days like these. I still remember that other birthday you had – when I tried to phone you early in the morning ;-). Not the most successful birthday call, but the thought was there – wish I could do that every day of every year…
I hope you have a happy day today, safe in the knowledge that you are carried in my thoughts, with my Guardian Angels watching over you.