gifted

when i was in 8th grade, the fashionable shoes were topsiders and penny loafers. pro keds were everywhere; for me, the more used they were, the better they were. i took pains to break in my espadrilles. there were also the requisite argyles that said, i’m cool just cool.

i’ve only a little over a hour left to this birthday of mine. no friends of old to knock on our gate and drink the night away, or text messages coming in every minute, enticing me to max out my post-paid bills, no isaw pulutan, no raucous jokes, no oohing over the forever-great weather this time of year.

today it was all espadrilles and keds. like slip-on cotton in the innermost room. patches of sun even came out and kissed my back, to which my man remarked, “look, god’s embracing you.” it was a nice walk home feeling his arm holding me close against his side, that insinuating hand sliding over my buttocks, contented and secretive smiles lingering in the air. i’ve found the time to wear out my cross trainers and outdoor shoes. they almost look like the sperry’s i had for more than 8 years, which i gave up only because they were passe. what will i outgrow when i go back home in 2008? we’ll see.

1115 pm. 45 minutes left. thank you, lord. this life’s been fab thus far. easy and comfy. just the way i like it.