I am hoping that I will be granted a time turner this Christmas, the long, spindly chain to wrap around my hand in its eternal rounds of loops and gold, the spinning sand piece and the constellations etched all about it. Not only is it an excellent dabbling of jewelry to enjoy it also serves as a doorstep into the past. I would love to re-walk the hot tar of Hillsdale again in blissful delight that is involved with you, my dear best friend, Libby Daniel. It seems yesterday, we all say that, but in all pure honesty it does. It feels like I just stepped out of that gold rimmed afternoon where we took photos against the dying Fall light. Do you remember that, Lib? We were practically drinking in the last rays of sunshine that evening. We just could not let it go and I think we were granted a little bit of a miracle that evening, I think the sunset took longer than it usually would. I think it hesitated near the horizon, at the rim of dusk, gazing down at these two girls and a sister and her friend who could not stop relishing in all of its glory. Its been a few years now, since I first met you in a small Sunday school classroom, immediately jumping onto the opportunity to have a new friend, a dissociated member to the cast of faces already on Hillsdale. I couldn't conceal my awe, I was in awe, it was this being of orange and sass that I could not look away from. None of us could. You wandered into our open arms. We have always seen the gold in you.
Dear Libby,
Hey girl. It's your birthday, uh-huh, it is. Nineteen. It feels a little older now that you are here actually. I feel as if I access bits and pieces more to my own age as everyone else reaches it. As if we are filling up a canteen, you are familiar with these as I well know, an aging canteen that is not empty but nowhere close to as full as it should be. Can you believe that we are nineteen? We, its always been a we too. Abercrombie and Liberatchi. Are we ready to keep on moving up? Of course, of course we are. Perhaps. But the beauty is that no matter what state we currently find ourselves in, its happening. It is an unexpected slide that we get to fall upon and then find our course, get our seating and figure out along the way. So here we go, fitting our wee bums (no matter what we tell ourselves) into this seat that we have found, yours is probably a pillow with embroidery and I am hoping mine was knitted for me. This will be fun, no? Yes, this is fun. I love you, soul friend. I love you so. Soulfully. See you so so so so soon. It's only a leap and skip away from each other now. Hawppiest Birrdayiest Day. I love you, again, I love you.
Love, Abs (you were first)
