Open Letter To Someone I Truly Care About...by popular demand...

Before I began writing this blog, I had a little wannabe blog on my Facebook and I had to actually send what I wrote to specific people. I didn't send what I wrote to all my friends...only the ones who seemed to be interested in what I had to say. Some people I know,(see names below) refuse to sign up on Facebook and missed my entries. Just recently during a discussion, they were curious as to what I wrote about. I don't get it, you guys act like your gonna miss something! These are people who actually have read this blog, but don't comment and are not tied to the computer as I am or they send me emails with comments. I told them I would put one, just one old Facebook entry on this blog, but I really don't see the difference.

Sooo, Lynne, Art and Tom...this ones for you and for my friends who have seen this one before....pretend I'm talking to you and I'm repeating that same old story (eye roll) that you've heard over and over...






I can't wait to see you tomorrow. I know it's only been a few weeks, but it feels like forever.

Lately people have been asking about you and I tell them "soon, the 7th is just around the

corner". That morning I will wake up with nervous anticipation and patiently await your arrival. I will

straighten up a little around the house, turn on the radio just to set the mood , make sure my diet

Pepsi is chilled just so and of course I will be wearing my most comfortable clothes in preparation for our

rendezvous.

When you get here, I joyfully welcome you into my home and take in all that you offer. You

gingerly stroll into my kitchen where all the action will take place and you compassionately ask me "what

do you want today" as you gently touch my hair. As we begin the task ahead of us, we banter back

and forth like a well oiled machine and of course it's easy...we've been doing this for a few years.

We laugh, we tell stories, we are serious, but mostly we connect. We met through a mutual friend

and I've never looked back. As it get close to you leaving, I hand you a check

for services rendered, but how much should you pay a confidant, a keeper of secrets, a truly addition

to my life.

I will walk you to the door, but not without thinking how bittersweet this encounter has been and

look forward to seeing you again. Hugs and kisses and maybe an imaginary tear for effect and

off you go. I am a new women. I feel rejuvenated and fresh and I can take on the world, but this time

with confidence. Until the next time or when my roots begin to appear, I will be reminded of you as the

weeks (approximately 4 ) go on and every time I look into the mirror I will think of you Emily, my

hairdresser, my friend...until we meet again