I can still remember the smell of the jute, as I stood in my bedroom tying macrame wall hangings. It was the late 70’s and I was probably one of the few people still doing macrame. I was in high school and taught myself from books. I never used the patterns they suggested, always made up my own. I only had a couple of friends and spent a lot of time alone.
When I was thinking of what to get Jon for his birthday, I went to see Heather at our bead store, for inspiration. I didn’t know what I was looking for, but I saw the already made friendship bracelets. Jon and I buy them for each other sometimes and wear them till they fall apart. But this time I decided to make one for Jon. So I got some waxed colored hemp and went home to see what I remembered.
I cut four strands of hemp and stared at them. I couldn’t figure out what to do. So I googled friendship bracelet and found simple instructions. I still didn’t remember as I tied the first knot, than the second. But as I got the fifth or sixth, my hands just took over. They remembered. Under, over, under, over, when I thought about it I couldn’t do it. So I just let my hands do what they do.
Jon’s speaking at the Dover Library Dessert Social tonight in Vermont. He made a deal with them for a two night stay in a B&B in Vermont. So that’s where we’ll be spending Jon’s 68th birthday.
The longer we’re together and the more we go through, good and bad, the more I love Jon. We’re compatible in ways I never even imagined two people could be. He’s always growing, changing, moving on and ahead. Something I never want to stop doing either. And he’s a wonderful thinker, curious and not afraid to have any conversation. Life sparkles and glows around him. He holds love in his fingertips with every touch. How grateful I am to celebrate this day with him, to spend my life with him.