A letter from Jul 27th, 2021

Dear Cheyenne, First off— Happy birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You're old as dust now! Dang. Bet you're still beautiful and proud. I hope you have an actually good birthday for once. Maybe lasagna and lemon poppyseed is involved— it better be! I love you. I hope I haven't forgotten it and I hope you haven't either. I still need you whether or not I say I do. I hope we're still friends. If I'm not around... I hope you know how much I loved you. How grateful I was for you. How perfect you are. You, are solid gold, baby. Solid freaking gold. With purple sparkles. So I guess that's not solid anymore. But still. Please don't let us not be friends. I'm striving every day to love you better, like Christ would have us. BTW I'm lying on your bed in Elise's old room at the Courtney's. Remember, we had to live there because of our immediate homelessness that one summer? I'm waiting for you to come home from work at Paradise Cafe. Bruh I just heard you pummeling down the stairs. So I guess you're home and going to the bathroom now. LOL. Can't wait to see you. :) Love, Gracie