Thursday, February 9, 2012

Birthday TOAST>

At my birthday dinner Casey gave the most beautiful speech I have ever heard. Maybe thats because I have never heard someone speak so highly of me. Honestly when receiving a compliment I just shut down and say 'thank you'. Which is better than what I used to do, I would just say 'no' or down play what they were saying, which I then realized was insulting and rude. So I just smile and say 'thank you' but I honestly just don't listen. To have someone toast you, your friendship is much different... you have to listen, because they aren't talking to you they are talking to the table.


The next day he posted his something very similar to his toast. Here it is...

I met Jaime a little over a year ago. We were both at a crossroad, both having ended relationships and attempting to regain a sense of ourselves. Trying to find a moment of happiness and trust. Within the first few months I think we both found this and much more in each other. I knew that we were kindred spirits. When she needed a shoulder I offered. When I needed a home she opened her door. Last night I was able to celebrate the birth of this incredible woman. She has shown me that real love amongst friends can be that of a family. Free from expectation and free from condition. Last night I lifted a glass and forever I will lift up my heart in thanks of you, Jaime. I love you always, always. Let us always remember that.... Ya' lose some, ya' win some... and then you just win. Happy Birthday, my sweet diva.

Then after I left Atlanta to come home to Chattanooga he posted this.

Jaime Leah Smialek... why the hell did you leave me? I don't care that your blonde hair clogs my drain or that you throw your clothes all over my bedroom or even that everytime you want a drink of water you get a new glass, take one sip and leave it lying around the house like the little girl in Signs. I promise.

I am so thankful for Casey and so thankful our relationship and its timing. He may honestly be my only really close friend that doesn't look at me like I am sad. He never has. Not once. I can honestly say that he sees me for who I am not what I have been through. Its rare in my life and its special and I wouldn't trade him for these boots.


But I would think long and hard about it.

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