Hey. I've been really dropping the ball on typing this up, or writing it down, or sending at the very least even a thought out text in appreciation for all that you've done for me because quite honestly it is a task that becomes exponentially more daunting the closer my hand gets to a key or pen. You see, the problem is, I have too much I want to formulate and coordinate beautifully in a way that only I could and that a teacher of your caliber would appreciate- me being the cheesy kind of writer that I can be and you being the infinitely perspicacious person that you are. But I find, now, that all that was dumb and unnecessary. So I'm just going to start saying things and hope that by the end that it was all pleasant and relatively acceptable of a gift, albeit a very late one.
I don't know where I will be in 10 years. Or 5 years... Or even 5 months. But I do know that I can only picture those infinite possibilities of where my life could go with you lodged somewhere deep inside the success stories behind them. Not out of coincidence or anything like that, but because I want you there. I want you there if I go to a national tournament for rugby. I want you there when I graduate college. I want you there when my family meets my girlfriend / fiance for the first time. And you'd better believe I want you there when we get married. If I could rig the system, you'd be the maid of honor for my wife as selfish as that would be because all my childhood buds would never let me hear the end of it if you took out their chances of being best man. If not that, you'd at the very least have front row seats and as a bonus be invited to the taste testing phase for the reception food and cake. And of course I'd want you there when my first child is born... And for my family Thanksgiving's and Christmas's and any other holiday you wouldn't mind joining the Lucas household in... If you want to of course. The door will always be open. And if my wife has any objections...? She won't. Because if she does, she might not be the one for me.
Thank you so much for being the friend that you are and inspiring me in all the ways that you do. Thank you for the summer-time meetings and after-school chats. Thank you for taking me under your wing and treating me like your own. But most of all, thank you for always believing in me.
Oh and because this was supposed to be a birthday gift, happy late-birthday.
Best,
Jon Lucas
I don't know where I will be in 10 years. Or 5 years... Or even 5 months. But I do know that I can only picture those infinite possibilities of where my life could go with you lodged somewhere deep inside the success stories behind them. Not out of coincidence or anything like that, but because I want you there. I want you there if I go to a national tournament for rugby. I want you there when I graduate college. I want you there when my family meets my girlfriend / fiance for the first time. And you'd better believe I want you there when we get married. If I could rig the system, you'd be the maid of honor for my wife as selfish as that would be because all my childhood buds would never let me hear the end of it if you took out their chances of being best man. If not that, you'd at the very least have front row seats and as a bonus be invited to the taste testing phase for the reception food and cake. And of course I'd want you there when my first child is born... And for my family Thanksgiving's and Christmas's and any other holiday you wouldn't mind joining the Lucas household in... If you want to of course. The door will always be open. And if my wife has any objections...? She won't. Because if she does, she might not be the one for me.
Thank you so much for being the friend that you are and inspiring me in all the ways that you do. Thank you for the summer-time meetings and after-school chats. Thank you for taking me under your wing and treating me like your own. But most of all, thank you for always believing in me.
Oh and because this was supposed to be a birthday gift, happy late-birthday.
Best,
Jon Lucas
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