Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Chris,

Good Lord, child, you are 27 years old. Happy birthday. Change your diaper.

I'm kidding. I love you dearly; I can safely say that I have never loved any of Kristi's boys as much as I love you. I think you are practically perfect in every way in that you are sweet, kind, sincere; you love Mexican food; you love my child; you can have a garbage can thrown at you and still want to be there the next day.

The lovely couple.

I have often thought lately how lucky I am to be best friends with Kristi, someone who is so like me and who I am so alike to. She and I have known each other a very long time; we have a lot of memories and good times to look back on, as well as to look forward to. I lucked out in falling in love with a man who Kristi loves and respects and likes being around. What is a surprising coincidence is that she fell in love with someone who is so oddly like my man. So it makes perfect sense that I would trust and respect you the same way Kristi trusts and respects Jason.

Fierce.

Chris, one of these days you will have children, and will be expected to be a role model.

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Don't worry; Kane, Jude and Reed are all surprisingly normal, resilient, smart, confident, in spite of... some circumstances.

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Chris, I hope you have a happy birthday. You certainly have someone wonderful to share it with. Thank you for being my friend, and for being a friend to my children. And thanks for moving closer, so that I may get drunk on your front porch at least once a week.



Love,
Buffy

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Aw! He got a little choked up, I think. Happy birthday!

--kat

Anonymous said...

I did not get choked up. There was a dust storm in the law school. It was very touching though. Thank you for being such a good friend.

- Chris

Anonymous said...

Also, you might want to be careful posting those pictures of Jason and I in the G-Sus shirts. If those readers you have in Colorado and wherever else are female you and Kristi might have some unwelcome visitors soon. But then again, who could blame them?