“I made you something, Laura,” 4-and-a-half-year-old Evelyn said to my friend of 35 years. “You did?!” Laura replied, eyes widened in surprise. “I made you my friend,” Evelyn said.
Kids are magic. Pure magic.
It’s been a long and wonderful day. We received three gifts: napkins shaped of Washington state and its cities, a mushroom magnet, mushroom blank greeting cards, and a Washington state picture book. It was all so perfect, and I’m grateful. From meeting my brother’s new girlfriend to my best friend accidentally driving to our house instead of my parents (an hour mishap).
I’m in love with friends who don’t know each other meeting. Providing that connection is part of it, but seeing two people who love me love each other is supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
My worry regarding the tension in my chest has eased. At our party was Andy, my friend’s dad and our family doctor when I was a kid. When he was exiting the house, and I was entering, I asked if I could get his medical opinion, to which he replied, “If I can remember anything.” In his 70s and retired for close to a decade or more, I felt more than confident he would give me the next action steps, which he did.
The tension in my chest is not related to my heart. If it were, I’d be experiencing symptoms during exertion. That makes sense, right? That it happens more when I lie down, he hypothesized that a mechanism in the esophagus gets restricted. If this is the case, we’d see fewer symptoms when using antacids.
Hence, Paula provided the baggie full of antacids at the party’s end for me to take home.
Well, Evelyn’s sleeping in our room tonight and wants me to interact with her. Currently, she’s putting on a show with her light-up dog that casts rotating stars on the ceiling. I better pay attention!
I’ll see you here tomorrow.
Love,
Jaclynn
Going On 40 