Cheers and Chocolate to My Friend

We share a birthday. You always tell everyone that I am older than you, “By a few hours.”

Our kids have been friends pretty much forever; our daughters since age three.

We lost touch. We got back in touch just recently.

You came to visit me here. I will never forget that.

I sent you $14.73 worth of chocolate. It cost me $50.00 to make sure it got there in time.

I thought about you all day, yesterday. This, the day when several lunch servers essentially mutinied. This, the day I reamed them all and let them know their attitudes sucked and I wasn’t tolerating it another second. This, the day I made a server cry.

Me, making someone cry at work.

But I care far less about making a whining server cry than I do knowing you are okay.

You don’t read this blog. I wish you did. Because then you would know how much I wish you a speedy recovery so you will look forward to eating the mounds of chocolate I am sending you tomorrow. And the next day. And the next.

My arms are around you. From way down here.