I honestly have no idea how to start this post. So many feelings, thoughts, heart-felt things are on my heart right now, and I just don't know where to start. This post is made for the honour of someone who's changed my life in the best way ever - for someone who laughs at my lame jokes - for someone who's as romantic and imaginative as I - for someone who understands my writery problems - for someone who I can't thank enough. Today is the sixteenth birthday of that person. My best friend and fellow crier and laugher and lover of many mutual things. Happy birthday, darling Emma. Happy birthday.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMMA!
|This girl is awesome. And pretty. And a good singer and writer on the bargain. Archie, take note.|
I wish you the warmest-all-the-best for this bound-to-be-awesome sixteenth year and I just... I just have to thank you for all you do, often without realising what you do. You send me letters I'll cherish forever, you don't find me weird when I say I want to marry Mr Knightley, you honestly say what you think about things, and you're enthusiastic and you fun and you write so well and you're just so good.
THANK YOU. AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
I know I have done some friendship-posts of ours before, and so has Emma, for my birthday (which was so sweet I feel I'm not doing credit (but I know Emma will say that I did, so there)) but here, I have to do it again, because this lovely person is a huge character in my life and it's her birthday, so she totally deserves a dedication post. Right? Right.
|This is us when we were little girls.|
About the surreal-ness of having a friend such as Emma
Emma talked about how we met here, so I won't do that all again. Besides she wrote it much nicer than I ever could (and no, Violet, you may not contradict me, not even praps. Me bossy? Ahem. Inside jokes. Those are fun) but today I will tell you how surreal it is to me to have a bestie. It IS totally amazing to me, still, although I know Emma for about a year already. I just sometimes can't believe I have a friend as close to me as Violet. (only I, mind you, may call her that. It started when we wrote to each other first and realised we were both reading Lynn Austin books - me, Wonderland Creek, she, A Proper Persuit - so I called her Violet after the main character in The Proper Persuit and she me Alice, after the gal in Wonderland Creek. Long story, yup.)
When I was young (I'm still young, yes, but when I was younger still), having a bosom friend was unreal. Just, not real. Just, like, something in movies and books. Like, it-will-never-happen-to-me. After watching Anne of Green Gables, I told my mother I'd love to have a really good friend. And my mother, trying to make me feel better about not having any close friends (I mean, I had friends, but none really close), said that Anne-Diana friendships were very rare indeed. And I believed that, but I kept on faintly and dubbly hoping.
Well, my mother's a very smart person who I look up to VERY much (she's going to raise her tenth child soon, so of course I look up to her!) but sorry, dear Mums, you were wrong in that. I DID meet a bosom friend. And oh, we're every bit as close and every bit as good as friends as Diana and Anne, if not, much more. Only, via written words, but that's besides the point.
So yes, Emma, having you as a bosom friend, is just AMAZING. And unreal. And, praise-the-Lord-SO-much-worthy.
Some (of the many) reasons why Emma is awesome:
~ She acted in a stage play of Les Miserables as Eponine and wasn't even nervous when singing on her own (got it? got it?) in front of millions of beady eyes staring at her.
~ She seals her letters WITH WAX. Like Mr Darcy. How amazingly lovely and beautifully quaint is that, pray?
~ Her hand writing is prettier than 'Edwardian print-font' on the computer.
~ She has watched more movies than I, so if I don't know what to watch, I can always go to her for recommendations. Not that I ever don't know what to watch, though, because she recommends stuff without me asking. But then, so do I. :-P
~ She and I are scarily similar on some subjects, but also dangerously different on others (which we quarrel about in a best-friend-way (which is harsh, but sooo laugh-laugh-laugh.))
~ She sings as well as Samantha Barks.
~ She writes as well as my favourite author, Lynn Austin, and the emails where she sends me updates from the book she's writing are my favourite emails (although all of them are= me love.)
~ She ships the same people as I and we both like many of the same actor/actresses/fictional characters etc.
~ She has beautiful hair. Random, but I love her hair. It's less frizzy than mine. :-P
~ She won't talk about what happened to Matthew Crawley (youknow) which is good because neither do I. That is one subject we NEVER dwell on. Hearts will break if we do.
~ Her gifts to me are unique and awesome. She gave me this for Christmas:
|I know. You're jealous. Sorry. :-)|
~ It was because of her I started blogging, and she suggested the name of my blog.
~ She collects quotes.
~ Writes long blog posts with swaying romantic feel to them that make every fellow hopeless-romantic-old-fashioned-bluestocking-type smile with pleasure. Her blog is awesome.
~ All her emails and comments are long. ALL.
~ She never uses the word 'lol', which just plain crazy annoys me.
~ We agree on all the deep subjects we've talked about so far, WHICH MEANS A LOT.
~ She rambles and uses caps when excited and doesn't care what people think, which is how all the nicest people work.
~ She's weird and special. For instance, she sits on her desk instead of on her chair. Yeeeeaah.
God has blessed me SO much by meeting you, dear Emma. Thank you, thank you, thank you, and happy, happy, happy birthday. I mean it, just have a GREAT day. You have loads of those, I know, 'cos you're a very happy person by nature (unless you're watching a particular Christmas special of Downton Abbey, haha), but make today REALLY GREAT. Think about yourself, and smile until your cheeks really hurt. And know that I'm thinking a lot about you here at the other side of the ocean and that I'll always be your best friend.
AND THAT WE'LL MEET ONE DAY. Soon, because one can dream, Emma always tells me. Well. You know, not always. But more than once, or twice. Just quite a lot, let's say that. But yeah, not always. OR ANYWAY. I'm drooling.)
Let's conclude this post by saying in chorus:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR FRIEND