She is light and fun, sassy but so sweet, a dear and genuine friend. When Pookie had her seventh open heart surgery last spring, it was she who texted at midnight to say, "I am headed to bed. You were the last thought in my mind before sleep" and another day at 6AM to say, "Thinking of you, and praying for you right now." Quiet love. Constant but not overbearing. I told her I wanted to be her when I grew up. To be that kind of friend.
Today is her birthday. I sent her a text while shopping. I said, "Did you know there are no birthday cards that read: Today sucks. Happy Birthday anyway?"
She is 41 today. She has cancer and starts 10 days of round-the-clock chemo tomorrow. I love her and do not know how life would look without the fourth chamber of my Bazouki heart.
Please pray for her, for her three sweet babies. For their strength. And for their hearts. Complete earthly healing Lord, God of Miracles. That is all that is acceptable.
