Something sentimental. — Megan
I have before written about my friend Megan. My dear, dear friend, Megan. This girl is such a doll, you wish you knew her except you don’t know how special she is. She repeatedly opens my eyes to the world, to good life habits, to nice cheese, and to the self that dwells within me. She helps me see things that I pretend I don’t, out of fear. She sends me postcards from anywhere she is on this planet, and listens to my bullshit even when I am at my smallest, proudest, and most shameful. She does not judge, she laughs at her jokes as well as my own, and is one hell of a human being. I don’t think she follows my blog, and she doesn’t have a Facebook anymore so I don’t think she’ll be seeing this anytime soon. And even if she does and finds it embarrassing, which I don’t think she would (she would be flattered, I’m guessing), I don’t care—because her outlook on life, her wisdom, her knowledge, her passion, her love, her humor, her simplicity, her honesty, and her whole being are altogether inspirational, so much so, I produced this post to honor this lovely, fine, strong character of a woman. Megan, if you see this, you will know how much you have impacted me, how your laughter has cured, your patience has endured, and your friendship has (I’m trying to find a word that rhymes…) assured. You are a beautiful person, I feel blessed to share life with you. Here’s to many more laughs and endless espresso. And to cheese.
{Good times while Meggy visited me back in December, at Via della Pace}.
