A few weeks ago, I confessed to FFJ that how the very first time we met, I totally rolled my eyes when she said her favorite author was Shakespeare. I told her it wasn’t until much later that I realized she wasn’t just naming ol’ Billy because it was the only author she’d heard of, but because she actually adored him and had read all his crap.
Her response? “Oh, I loved you from the minute I saw you.”
I don’t think I cried the night she said it, but now whenever I think about it, my eyes overflow.
My entire life I’ve wanted to hear that phrase. For some reason I thought it had to come from a man, but it’s just as powerful coming from a woman.
I wish everyone could meet my FFJ (that stands for Fabulous Friend Jodie). She’s magic. A couple weeks ago when she dragged me, despite my protestations, to a poetry slam, she personally greeted and hugged every single person who read. You should have seen the looks on the poets’ faces. They were awestruck.
She did it again the last time we went. That’s what’s so amazing about her. When she turns her attentions to you, it’s like you’re the only person on the planet. She remembers your name, and just generally makes you feel good.
It doesn’t seem like much, making you feel good. But if you stop and think about it, how many people make you feel special and good and important and beautiful, just by acknowledging that you exist? Not many. My FFJ does that, not just for me, but everyone who crosses her path.
What’s the most amazing part of it is that despite what’s going on in her life, she still has that magic touch. In the three years since FFJ has come into my life, I’ve seen her struggle with infertility, become a new mother, and deal with the failing health of her mother and brother. And yet, last night I also watched her charm an entire bar full of people.
People are drawn to her, she’s the light they seek purely by instinct. And today she turned 35.