Birthday Girl

It pays to have talented friends.  In this case, that would be our mutual friend Amy, artist extraordinaire, who now has a regular gig making the illustrations for Music and the Spoken Word.  Interesting story: Amy was one of the many college friends who knew both K. and I long before K. and I knew each other.  She was at the party where K. and I met, and was the third person I called while trying to track down K.'s last name and phone number.   I sounded so awkward on the phone that Amy naturally assumed I was about to ask her out.  Since Amy was already happily married, she was trying to think of a way to let me down easy, but finally I managed to state my business and scored the digits.  Seeing as how K. has now known Amy for half her life, it seemed high time to commission a portrait.

I have known K. for about a third of my life now, the happiest third, and the most hopeful.  Oftentimes I think of our relationship as a kind of gravity, and think that with all we have shared and suffered and risked together there is hardly any chance we will ever escape each other's orbit again.  Happy Birthday, Sweetheart.   Thank goodness I found you.