Well, last evening I had the second best birthday party of my life. My best bud decided to host a small soiree for me. It was wonderful to say the least.
I especially appreciated that he was there with his family (sans Greg who was out and about with prior plans), and included my sister and her family. I thoroughly appreciate that FAV dropped in for a few minutes to give me a hug and kiss. The was especially endearing.
The meal was, as yet again, great. He pulled out the stops for it.
I had a great time speaking with his younger son Mathew, as always. We seem to get on quite well when we see each other. Its always nice to see a different perspective on things and life in general. He's not a normal boy, but carry's a wonderful whit and appreciation of things that you don't normally come across. He's able to articulate ideas and propositions well, then adapt to the conversation which is truly extraordinary in itself. He's growing up just like his father, but very much a separate person. His appreciation for the more esoteric idea and compound issues of the day make me smirk. It appears that red is just not red to him. Its a construct of many facets and he also realizes that a view is dependant upon interpretation rather than instruction. He'll make a wonderful professor, inventor, and or hero some day (after he causes some trouble ;).
For me, I tied one on last evening. It was the wines fault and the fact that my hand kept lifting a glass to my mouth. It was a project making my way to the bathroom without embarrassing myself, but I accomplished it without falling down. Some of my words slurred here and there, but after an infusion of iced tea and some carb's I was feeling better (I should've eaten during the day.)
Then on to Marsha. Wow. This chick (said in the most endearing terms I could muster) has a head screwed on straight and every sense open to see what's out there. She reasons well, is extremely articulate, fun in a refined way, hilarious with over the top zingers here and there that she lets silently seek out their target and then wallop. Its an intriguing time for me to sit there and try my best to keep up and listen intently. When she wishes to be direct, she has the moxie to unleash. When she wishes to express herself in heartfelt ways, she tones things down a bit and makes sure eye contact is there and always comes back to focus on the topic. What really impresses me about her is that she truly listens. While we might be speaking and discussing things. Most people live in the moment and move on to other things. I believe Marsha really listens and internalizes and then processes. Hours later she pops up with, 'You said before...' or "we spoke earlier about..' Its so wonderful to actually interact with someone who listens, and seems to appreciate what you say. Now, most of my friends could just be blowing smoke up my ass, but I'm pretty certain I'd be able to see it when it happens. That inner sense thing.
Anywho, I just love my bro and his family. Its so appreciated to be accepted like I am, and so wonderful to be able to have such a relationship with someone who means so much to me.
Thanks to everyone for the wonderful gifts and just being there. The togetherness is all I ever hope for, and I got it in spades last evening.
