May 25th, birthday gratitude entry:
I met her because she wanted to fit into her jeans.
“Hi, I’m looking for a personal trainer. I need to get in better shape, but I don’t expect miracles. I mean, I get it. I’m fat. So…well, anyway… I was wondering if you could help me.”
“Hey you. I know Steven lost his job at the plant. How you guys doing? Can I help? Is there anything I can do?”
(And I’m sure this is one of the times she’s given me money to help meet ends.)
“Sorry I’m late (for exercise class) but I couldn’t find my shoes. Again. Or my workout pants. Which is why I’m wearing this outfit. Barefoot works, right? Oh God, not planks. I can’t even. My feet hurt. Stand up now? But I just got down here…”
She’s freakin’ hilarious.
(All you in our exercise class, I’m copying you here… attest to her hilarity! Each of us has a Margie-story… her humor is such a high vibe!)
“Jack is driving me crazy… and did you guys know that he won first place in track? I’m thrilled for him! David is too. But, damn, boys at sixteen… I’m not sure all three of us are gonna make it out alive.”
(Aaaaand, again, hilarious.)
(Aaaaand, again, honest.)
“A vacation? Ooooooh, to where?…..Tell me all the details!”
She’s a whore… a travel-whore.
(Okay, this one doesn’t start with an H but…. wiggle with me here, huh?)
She’s a great listener.
(I mean, cool dat!)
In and out.
And mostly out.
I’m super duper blessed to have known her all these 12 or 13 years… to have counted numerous crunches, timed hundreds of planks, listened to so many stories. She’s made me laugh out loud! She offers perspective and tenderness, brassy frankness, integrity, and compassion.
I’ve poured my heartache out, knowing that I would be held gently. When my feelings get hurt by someone, she offers to beat ‘em up… okay, not really. Buuuuut… she really is the safest space around… trustworthy with a capital T.
She’s got the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. Red hair. Great smile.
WHAT’S UP? She once told me that she could hear me sing this song… that it holds my vibe. Of course, knowing me so well, she’s exactly perfectly completely right on. I love this song!
And I love this soul!
This wanna-fit-into-my-jeans high-vibin’ friend will ALWAYS fit into my world. Hoooooraaaay!
Margie, I love you.
You. Complete. Me.
Much love & hope,