The Big 4-0, right?
Dearest David Alan,
I was talking about you today at work and I happened to have this picture of us handy on my computer (thanks to you). These people I work with don't know me well - what they know of me - is what I have allowed to be revealed over the past twenty months.
When they saw this picture, they assumed it was of my husband. I chuckled and then said - no way Homer! That's David Alan! It was like I was transported back to 1982 and you were right there next to me. I swear, I started talking all Valley Girl like (or maybe I just imagined I did).
So anyway, people saw this picture and they were like - who is he and why do you two look like you stepped off of a wedding cake?
I was stumped. How much to tell? I mean, here I am 42 - it's your birthday - and I'm not sure I can do justice by describing who you are and what you mean to me in - like - three sentences or less.
So this is what I said.
I have known David Alan since before the beginning of time. He contributed significantly to my sanity during those John Hughes - Coming-of-Age-Years. He is someone whom I go for five years without talking to and three seconds later, it's like no time has gone by.
In a nutshell, David Alan is an extension of my heart, mind, and soul (in the most non-romantic way).
As you can imagine, people just looked at me like I was a freak, but, I figured that it was better than trying to describe why band practices, Uncle Jimmy's house, and the green jacket - all had significant relevance to me, my life, and my existence.
I love you David. Thank you for being my color purple. Here's to another 40 + years of us.
P.S. I really did have this ready to post on your real birthday - I just didn't get to post until after midnight :(