Yes, it was the Snarl’s birthday and we did it up right, because I haven’t been able to share it with her for the past 4 years. She’s always been one place and I’ve been another but this year we were together so she and Misha and best friend, Caitlin came for dinner. They’re adults! We sat and had a lovely antipasto plate on the screen porch beforehand and then the main course (she insisted on her favorite, spaghetti) and then a devil’s food cake with whipped mocha frosting. We enjoyed beautiful local organic produce in our salad and drank sparkling water, foregoing wine or champagne. Abby’s one of those rare (and somewhat annoying, in this regard) people who make new year’s resolutions and stick to them so she’s back to her ultra fit life style after about 6 months of sloth (that means just full time school and two jobs and chess tournaments). Now she’s running at 6am every day, not drinking any alcohol and eating right. Really, it’s simultaneously maddening and impressive, because she’ll be back down to her fighting weight of 120 and running the bridge between St. Pete and Tampa every day within the month.
You all know how I feel about her so, really, I’m not going on and on. Suffice it to say, she’s nearly perfect and the imperfections are usually audacious, unique and laughable, after the fact. She is very much her own young woman now but here’s something. When I picked up Abby and Misha to go to the farmer’s market Saturday morning, Misha (who is quiet and soft-spoken) immediately patted me on the shoulder and said, “Congratulations and happy birthday. You raised a beautiful daughter.”
(Before she was beautiful she was delightfully cute.)
(The year of the dreads. A good example of the less than perfect. Audacious, unique and laughable- after the fact.)
Happy birthday, sweet mermaid!