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Thursday, February 26, 2009
Book of faces.
I've become a Facebook addict. Well, not addict really. I mean, I can't stand all those little apps. At first it was fun, but then it became overwhelming and I just kinda erased almost all of them. It seems like I get a bunch of app-related requests every day and it pains me to click ignore, so I end up just letting them sit there.
Yesterday, I did the email check thing and discovered that a long lost friend had signed up! Rob. The famous Rob. The Rob that occupies such a significant portion of my personal timeline that my life is divided into BR and AR (Before Rob and... you get the point).
His profile pic is that of one of the most adorable baby pictures I've ever seen. Apparently he got married a couple of years ago and his son is now 8 months old.
We chatted in Facebook chat for a while. He's happy. He loves being married, he lives in astonished amazement at the little person that has made him a dad, and he enjoys his job. It's tough to describe how I feel about this. I'm not a religious person, but I imagine this is what it feels like when someone's prayers are answered.
I love Rob. He is one of the most kind, funny, dear, dear people that exist on this planet. In fact, I think in one of my previous posts on this blog I discussed how I felt about him and why I broke up with him. It's a long story; I won't rehash.
Suffice it to say that the conversation I had with him yesterday has made me happy too, down to my very soul. I wish him nothing but good things, just as I always have.
posted by hilary at 9:36 AM |
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