This is for Andrew. Happy birthday!
I am at a total loss for any words that I feel I could actually say. The ones I think of don't even come close. I'm supposed to be a writer, and yet you seem so hard to define. Why is that? Why can't I write about one of the things I am most certain of? How come I can't think of anything meaningful that even skims the surface of accuracy? Why is that?
Andrew is so different. Maybe that's why he's hard to write about. He's not like the average American 16 (!!!) year old guy, and anyone that knows him would have to agree with me. He notices the outsiders and welcomes them. He sees the lost and loves them with a zeal I would die to have. He is living proof that chivalry isn't dead. He has his moments, but at the same time he is the sort of person that inspires me to be better. Everyone is going to say I'm biased, and maybe it's true, but you would kill for a friend like Andrew.
Now, as I get closer and closer to not posting this on your birthday as I'd planned, I have only one thing to say. Thank you so much.
Sincerely,
Mara Tenille Dickens
The butterfly child
8.17.2007
If you could see then you'd understand...
Sincerely, Mara the Butterfly at 11:50 PM
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Perhaps it's just as well that one can't miss what one doesn't have, and I consequently can't know until I have a friend like Andrew whether or not I'd kill for a friend like Andrew.
If nothing else, it cuts conveniently down on deadly crime.
Your words may be insufficient, but all the same, they paint a stirring portrait.
Yay! Another blog dedication!
Here is an excerpt from a conversation that took place about an hour ago in Mara's bedroom...
Me: (something about Andrew that I can't remember)
Mara: (a response that I can't remember)
Me: I love how easy it is for me to love your friends, Mara.
Mara: Yeah. I know. That's because they're freaking awesome.
And I agreed so wholeheartedly that I didn't even chastise her for saying "freaking".
I decided a long time ago that part of my job as Mom was to love the people that my children love. That has not always been easy. But it has never been a chore with Andrew. 'Nuff said.
OH, WAIT! ONE MORE THING. That boy can really headbang. [/impressed]
Sidenote that is completely unrelated: Mara, I have decided that I am going to do my own blog dedications in my own blogger. So there.
And I'm starting with you. I forgot to add that part. *laugh*
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