We were gangly with the bad hair and the budding taste in music and the angsty poetry when we met. We dug each other; not overly, but just enough. Occasionally, I would glance over at her from across the classroom/cafeteria/friends basement, and I would see something. I never really knew what it was, but it was something and it was there.
One day, I figured out what it was. I was seeing forever.
Is that not the cheesiest thing you have ever heard? It's totally true, yo.
Molly and I eased quietly, cautiously, almost unknowingly into an epic love story that will go on for ages after us. More than my parents, more than any man I have ever loved, I need her. I love her the way I love my kids; unconditionally, painfully, brutally, eternally.
She is everything I wish I could be. She is brave, she is fearless. She is powerful and brilliant and wise. She is kind and compassionate and understanding and patient. She is up front, in your face, no nonsense. She is amazing in every single way.
I honestly, I kid you not, cannot believe that she is still my friend, my best friend, my one sure bet for the rest of my life. I couldn't tell you why she has stuck with me all these years, but by god, she has been right by my side through thick and thin. She watches me make the same mistakes over and over again, and she holds my hand as I stumble so the fall won't quite so bad and then she helps me to my feet again and again.
And then she hands me a smoke and a shot.
She's just that kind of girl.
She gets me the way almost no one gets me, and I'd bet she knows what my next move is even before I do. She is fiercely loyal to all of those lucky enough to be called her friend, and the beauty of her is that all of us, her circle, are all such amazingly different people and we are all drawn to her for a different reason and she is a different thing to each of us.
To me, she is calm and quiet and giggles and sleepovers and hangovers. She is, quite possibly, the only person alive today who has met the real me, the total me, the unguarded, honest, raw me. And she hasn't run just yet.
Anyway, my point here is that today your birthday, Molly, and once again I managed to not be there to celebrate with you. If I was there, I would most likely dump some Jameson down your throat and then make you listen to Radiohead until you cried. But I'm not there, so this will have to do. I love you, baby, I love you so much it really truly hurts. You make me the luckiest girl alive. You inspire me and move me every day of my life. You are the radest person I have ever known, and I can't wait to be little old ladies in rocking chairs slamming Hot Toddies with you.
It's gonna be epic.