There was a knock on Tobbit's door.
It was G.
He told me he was getting coffee with Y & N at 1 PM and I was invited to join. I did.
As I finished tidying up Tobbit, he went to the thrift shop.
"I got you a birthday present Susan!" he told me as he came back out.
"How did you know it was my birthday?" I asked.
He calls me Susan sometimes. Sometimes not.
He handed me a Leap Frog toy with plastic pages and buttons that sing me the sounds of the alphabet. I love it. Buttons were pushed as we strolled across the lawn to Isabelle's.
There, we met up with N & Y. I was grateful as he bought me a chai tea, my birthday celebration continuing with engaging conversation.
This entire post is empty of the actual substance of our time together. It's void of chemistry and laughter and amusement. I could try to capture that, but it almost feels too personal for words, right now. I feel like if I try to captured G, Y, and N, I'll only do them injustice.
This was my best 29th birthday yet!