My Idgy

There are so many people in my life who deserve to hear how great they are, but one person NEEDS to hear it right now.

Heather Morris, you rock.

During my first pregnancy, I was involved with Prince Not-So-Charming. Heather and I joked that since our relationship luck had traditionally been so bad, we should buy a house and raise the baby together. We understood that people would’ve thought we were lesbian life partners, but that didn’t matter. We agreed it might be funny to let people think whatever they wanted and see what they could come up with. We would be like Idgy and Ruth from “Fried Green Tomatoes” and raise the baby as we saw fit without negative forces hanging over us.

Of course, I went on to ditch Prince Not-So-Charming and find Mr. Right, and Heather and I have not been in as constant contact as we once were (life sure has a way of getting in the way of friendships sometimes). We never got that house, and our plans to have Sarah call Heather “Aunt Idgy” never really worked out. But who cares? I still adore her just as much as I did that day we cooked up our silly plan, even if I don’t see her as often as I once did.  

Heather, you are important to me, no matter how much time passes without seeing you. You are beautiful and funny and witty, and you are one of the few people in this world who truly gets me. And despite your ability to seemingly see right into my soul and understand how the emotional gears are turning, you have never run away from whatever mess you’ve seen there. You are my friend. I love you. I wish nothing but wonderful, fabulous things for you in every aspect of your life. Heaven knows you deserve it.

I cannot imagine my life without you and don’t want to even dream of what a nightmare my pregnancy and delivery with Sarah would’ve been if I hadn’t had you there by my side. You are my sister, and your friendship is immeasurably important to me.

Love you, Aunt Idgy. Our door is always open.

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About Rebecca Mixon

If you attend my funeral, please wear red. Make sure my loved ones do not bury me in shoes, and make sure they don't let the undertaker make me look ridiculous. I want beautiful music and lots of storytelling. All that will be great once I'm gone from this Earth. But, while I'm here, give me my flowers while I live. It has come to my attention lately that we don't "give people their flowers" until it's too late for them to enjoy the beauty, the colors, the sentiment. I'm changing that. The people in my life will know how they are appreciated and loved, and they will smell the aroma of their flowers as often as I get the chance to tell them. This blog is about the blessings in my life. Mainly, it's about the people who keep my world spinning on a good axis and help me realize that work, bills and stress mean nothing. Family counts. The rest is just gravy.
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