It’s Colette’s birthday today. I don’t see her nearly as much as I should. Being a military brat, old friends from by gone years are hard to come by, but I have a few. Colette is one of them. Met her when I was 15 in Sister Francis Rose’ English class.
There are many things to love about her. She’s drop dead gorgeous for one. She has the sexiest voice on the planet for two. Great taste in nearly everything and is true and honest and forthright.
But above all, I love her for her.
I love her for our longevity.
I love her for picking up where ever
and whenever we leave off.
I love her for her inability
to be judgmental and condemning.
For her sweetness,
Happy Birthday, Colette.
A hug across the ether.
Have a blessed day.