Dear Dusty,

Where do I begin? We met almost two years ago and had an instant connection. That night we sat in my living room and talked until 3 in the morning and shared our deepest secrets with each other, we became convinced that our meeting was destiny. We also became convinced that we knew each other in a past life. I gained a “brother”, another “best friend”…

Howard often jokes about you being my “other husband” and in a lot of ways you are. If Howard can’t get something done for me, I’m calling you. Sometimes I feel like I ask a lot of you, but you always do it without complaint. I feel guilty because you have so many responsibilities to this community, but you always tell me to “shut up!”

I love how we spar with each other, just like siblings. Hurling insults back and forth so much that it probably makes people wonder what the hell our deal is. Only to see us hug and laugh about it moments later.

I love how we can communicate without even talking. I can just give you a look or you can give me a look and we know something’s up. I love how our lives have paralleled from our childhoods (it’s downright uncanny) to our adulthoods.  I love it because we understand each other and when we share stories about ourselves the other one can always relate. We mirror each other so much personally that I’m surprised Howard even gets my name right.

There is one big difference between us though: First you’re a boy. Second and most importantly: you’re a better person than I am. I’m the first one to want to run away from my problems and you’re the first person who wants to stay and face yours. I’m the one who moved 3000 miles away from her family because she feels like she doesn’t belong there. You’re the one who made a life with his in spite of it. When I shake my head and say “God Dusty, you’re a better person than I am”, I mean it. I admire you so much.

You have accomplished so much in your 27 years. (If you make one more comment about you being old, when I’m already in my 30’s? I’m so going to kick your ass and we both know I could too) I am beyond proud to call you my friend. You are an amazing person. God put you here on Earth for a reason Dusin Trevor, don’t you ever forget that. (and it wasn’t just to serve me either, I know, right? that’s a shocker) My only criticism of you is that you don’t put yourself first, near enough. I wish you would realize that it’s okay to say “no” at times.
I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve brought to my life, for all you’ve done for me, for my husband…

Words are beginning to escape me now so I’ll just end it here.

Just know that on your birthday, I wish you nothing but all the happiness you can hold in your heart. I love you so much, my brother, my best friend, my other husband, and of course “Miranda”.

Happy Birthday you “old bitch!”

That’s All!


Chrissy aka “An-dre-ah” and also “the brat” (I saw that on my fax machine yesterday you turd)

One Response

  1. Jen Says:

    Happy Birthday Dusty!

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