Today Bea turns 22.
Last year We Celebrated Bea's 21st birthday in Cincinnati after her first weekend at the urban gardening internship. Ending the night holding hands while I slept on the floor and her in the bed of a hotel room.
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Two years ago we celebrated her 20th birthday at Father's a pizza with a candle in it then exchanging gifts on the Coop's porch swing.
This year I don't get to be with her on her birthday so I'll use this as a platform for what I would have done to celebrate her 22nd birthday.
First I would have given her the necklace from Pocahontas off of etsy because I know she loves that movie.
And she loves turquoise.
Next I would have told her to hop in my car but I wouldn't tell her where we were going. We'd have left early in the morning yesterday. We would have drove East for 11 1/2 hours stopping to check out anything we thought looked interesting or beautiful. The whole day in the car on an adventure.
Finally after an 11 hour day in the car we would arrive at the secret birthday surprise destination.
Southborough, Massachusetts
We could cuddle up in my sleeping bag in the back seat of my car and look at the stars through my sunroof. Or set up her tent outside.
This morning we would wake up and go to church together at Pilgrim Congregational Church after that we'd grab food and coffee at the Steeple Coffeehouse. Then the rest of the day we would spend around the town looking for the places Bea use to explore as a kid. The places she use to go with Buster. After that we'd watch the sun set and then I'd drive us back as she slept in the car until we made it back to Columbus.
I do miss Bea very much so. I miss her heart and our adventures.
I'm not one for labels but it is interesting how she is an ENFP and I am an INFJ
How it never matters whether we've hung out every day or haven't seen each other in months we still find a way to talk until the sun comes up.
How whenever she would talk I would feel that common thread C. S. Lewis wrote about.
How she understood my heart so deeply.
It's strange how love grows so slowly as people intertwine their lives and yet how love withers as lives drift apart.
Everything is so fleeting. Everything is so temporary. We are dust.
Teach me how to trust you Jesus
free her heart
heal Bea
heal me
Last year We Celebrated Bea's 21st birthday in Cincinnati after her first weekend at the urban gardening internship. Ending the night holding hands while I slept on the floor and her in the bed of a hotel room.
Two years ago we celebrated her 20th birthday at Father's a pizza with a candle in it then exchanging gifts on the Coop's porch swing.
This year I don't get to be with her on her birthday so I'll use this as a platform for what I would have done to celebrate her 22nd birthday.
First I would have given her the necklace from Pocahontas off of etsy because I know she loves that movie.
And she loves turquoise.
Next I would have told her to hop in my car but I wouldn't tell her where we were going. We'd have left early in the morning yesterday. We would have drove East for 11 1/2 hours stopping to check out anything we thought looked interesting or beautiful. The whole day in the car on an adventure.
Finally after an 11 hour day in the car we would arrive at the secret birthday surprise destination.
Southborough, Massachusetts
We could cuddle up in my sleeping bag in the back seat of my car and look at the stars through my sunroof. Or set up her tent outside.
This morning we would wake up and go to church together at Pilgrim Congregational Church after that we'd grab food and coffee at the Steeple Coffeehouse. Then the rest of the day we would spend around the town looking for the places Bea use to explore as a kid. The places she use to go with Buster. After that we'd watch the sun set and then I'd drive us back as she slept in the car until we made it back to Columbus.
I do miss Bea very much so. I miss her heart and our adventures.
I'm not one for labels but it is interesting how she is an ENFP and I am an INFJ
How it never matters whether we've hung out every day or haven't seen each other in months we still find a way to talk until the sun comes up.
How whenever she would talk I would feel that common thread C. S. Lewis wrote about.
How she understood my heart so deeply.
It's strange how love grows so slowly as people intertwine their lives and yet how love withers as lives drift apart.
Everything is so fleeting. Everything is so temporary. We are dust.
Teach me how to trust you Jesus
free her heart
heal Bea
heal me