...I miss Kansas City very much.
This afternoon I brought in the mail and sorted the bills out from the usual pile of junk mail. Then I found an envelope with my friend
cammie018's return address. Obviously a birthday card inside. I could tell that without opening it. And that was sweet. She'd already called, like so many others from Kansas City and elsewhere across the United States.
Then I opened the envelope and saw that the (very cute) birthday card was signed by most of the staff at Aquarius! Not only Cammie, but also Barbara, Byron, Chelle and John. And taped to the inside of the card was a silver ring with this inscription in a cursive script:
I miss you like crazy
I put the ring on my finger, knowing that it binds me to my folk in the midwest just as surely as if it were the One Ring. But in this case the ring dispels the darkness rather than invoking it.
I can't even begin to put into words how much this little ring means to me. It truly is 'my precious'. Maybe I should go to Heartland after all. I wonder if it's too late to rethink that plan?