Your name has been popping up in my life the last couple of days and it has been lovely. Pure loveliness.
I have known you since we were 13. That is a really long time (@10 yearsish... well... kind of). I remember things that we did as if they just happened yesterday. I remember 'studying' at your house and working on school projects. I remember your mom making the most amazing Indian food. I remember that everytime I said the word 'Dahl' (is that how you spell it?) you and your mom would crack up laughing. I remember how you taught me my numbers 1 to 14 in Indian - and to this day I still know them - Ek, do, tien, chay, bun, chut, sut, ut, no, dus, gara, buta, terra, choda, noda (I just don't know how to spell them). I remember you driving us in your parents 'woody' to Terrace during school hours to go to McDonalds', see the boy that you adored and be rebels. I remember the time that we tried to run over your calculator while driving your parents 'woody'. I remember when we named their wood paneled station wagon, 'woody'. I remember being at your wedding - I remember that day so vividly. I overslept, Sam was waiting for me while we should have been at the ferry already. I remember how stunning you looked and I remember how much love you had for your husband and how you would have risked everything to be with him.
And I remember... when I saw all of your comments this week how much I missed you. I love that you remember where I came from and are happy to see where I have been.
You have always been an incredible friend and hearing your voice has made me remember that I need to do a better job of keeping in touch with you.
I would like to invite you for dinner, and if you came, I would make you a feast.
On the menu:
Cocktails: Lemon Spritz - I like vodka, you like vodka, who doesn't like vodka?
Appetizer: Lettuce Wraps - they're fun to eat, you'll like them
Main: Lasagna - so that the dish can be in the oven and we can catch up while it cooks
Dessert: Cheesecake with blueberry bruschetta - b/c I have to confess my addiction to blueberries
During dinner we will talk about a lot of stuff. We will talk about your family, your career, you being a mom, what it is like to cheer for the Canucks while living in Calgary, if you like the snow, and I will ask you if you can introduce me and my cuz to any cute cowboys. I will tell you about my fiance, my love for Mark Wahlberg, my pups, my addictions, my wedding, how sometimes I dream of chocolate all the time, how I miss my dad, how I miss my MIL, how I can't stop talking and how you should be telling me to shutup so that you can talk, how my house is really messy and I think that you should be nervous that I am a hoarder (I'm not really but my guest room looks like a bomb may have went off in it), how I ate an entire bag of cheezies in two days, how my cat Ogre just brought something home for me the other day and I cried. See!!! There is so much to tell you.
Ok, my friend. I miss you. I hope that you are well. I hope that you know who I am, and this letter isn't freaking you out and that you may have a stalker on your hands. If you don't like the menu, please tell me what you would prefer instead.
Rashmi - it's me! This is the colour my cheeks go when I have too many lemon spritz'.
I will write again soon.