9:40am the morning after my birthday and I'm up. Plight of the Capricorn? Nah. What really woke me up is the residual love I feel and will feel for some time, literally a buzzing sensation, gifted by the beautiful people in my world. I am so blessed to be surrounded by so many solid souls.
My friends, ever plotting, organized all gift giving around a central theme, my growing obsession with all things French. In preparation for the French language lessons I start in February, I received parcel after parcel of francophile friendly delights. I could launch quite the scène romantique in here with all of it. Deep soaking in salts from the south of France, crimson painted toes invisible beneath mounds of foam...alternating between What French Women Know, Merde The Real French You Were Never Taught in School and Les Demains d'Al Manach...lazying about in RUFFIAN hand-sewn hosiery, one hand in a box of Ladurée macaroons... circling mouth with grown woman lipstick for hours, aided by a très mignon hand mirror...more macaroons between applications...finally dressing and making moves toward the door in a mist of Eau de Lierre. Le Pop 4 throughout. Ah, I like this scène, I just might live it.
But all material things aside, the best gift I have received is LOVE. Trite but true, it's all about love. And last night it bounced about marvelously. I smiled molar to molar to see my different sources of love come together, Spain and Ecuador, Brooklyn and Brown, friends old and new. The place was aglow with love and I couldn't lap up or parcel out enough of it. It was a beautiful, beautiful birthday. Thank you, friends.
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