The fun thing about birthdays, is when your friends have them you get a chance to post all over the internet how much you love them, without seeming like an obsessed stalker.
This is how I feel about my friend Emma: I love when she is homeless and gets to sleep in my room. I love when I say, "Emma, let's go to the Old Post," and she says, "Hell yeah!" I love how fearlessly she tackles my over-salted soup. I loved the two times we went to the gym, and how much more we'll go this semester. I love when I say, "Emma, I hate my life, let's talk," and then I realize that having someone to say "I hate my life" to, makes me not really hate it. Emma is beautiful, and witty, and smart, and really tall--which I am convinced is just a way to house her over-inflamed-heart, (over-inflamed with fun and frivolity and nice-things.) She puts the Em in feminism. She puts the em in emancipate, and emasculate and, just the m in amalgamate, and by that I mean she sometimes uses really big words, and I say, "Emma, stop being so smart." Other places she puts her M include but are not limited to: Macalaster, Minnesota, Massachusetts, Montana, which she makes like hoMe when she is here.
Lots of love on your very special birthday, my world traveler. Come home safe, baci baci, I love you!
