Today is Hoop's and my three year anniversary...
...it was also supposed to be Chris' 25th birthday.
I know it's selfish, but I really wish they didn't fall on the same day.
We used to joke about it, how Hoop was such a "sweet" guy, taking me out as a gift to his brother. Bless Chris' heart, it never seemed to bother him. I sang Happy Birthday to him in the car this morning. I imagined a bunch of angels clutching their ears in pain while I did it. Too bad there aren't any strippers in Heaven. God has probably reformed them all by now, huh? Maybe some cute angel will jump out of his cake instead. Or maybe they're all sick of cake by now, seeing as everything is made from the stuff. Well, it is in MY Heaven. Maybe Chris would rather have an angel jump out of broccoli. That might be kind of difficult though.
I miss Chris. I miss what he was to Hoop too, his best friend. Whenever we got in a fight, it was a comfort to know that Hoop had someone to vent to and that Chris would never say anything negative about me. He was that kind of person. You couldn't know the guy without loving him. There was always a part of me that was a little jealous of Chris too. It was tough living in that kind of shadow. It still is... Hoop went in to work at noon today and he won't be getting home until eight. It's just as well. He didn't feel like celebrating anyway. But I kind of do. Three years is a big deal to me. So I've decided to treat myself to something nice tonight.
Perhaps flowers, or a movie, or a batch of fat-filled cupcakes?
If you had $20 and two hours of alone time, what would you treat yourself to?