Dear Mr Adam Killer,
I know you think that I forgot – and I really did forget. To get you a card and write you a lunchbox letter for Monday, your 30th birthday. I could tell you that I have been so focused on getting ‘The Great Big Party’ finalised, and finishing my assignment and remembering to wake up at 5am for the gym the next day. And whilst that is all good and true, I know had the shoe been on the other foot I would have felt sad also.
So, you are getting a public lunchbox letter, of my gratitude and thankfulness that we got to enjoy the past year together. Enjoy.
Your year of 29 was a good one. We didn’t have many speed bumps, the only one I even remember is the car explosions. We found our little Italian restaurant and have been there every single friday night ever since. We went to Port Douglas and remembered what it was like to just chill out, relax, drink cocktails and stay up past 9pm – even on a school night.
And whilst it wasn’t a year that I am able to measure in the amount of memorable big ‘events’, it is definitely a year that I am able to measure in the amount you have grown. As if you weren’t already amazing and awesome enough – you went and took it to a whole new level.
Its almost as if you said to the world, this is who I am, take it or leave it. You learnt diplomacy in that, and stood tall among people who would rather bag you out all over town and refused to retaliate or join in. I admired you greatly for that. You stayed through speed bumps in your workplace, and it is still a place that you literally love going to work every day – I enjoy the half hour at the end of every day that I get to spend there, it is a great place to be and I am glad that 4 years later you still love it just as much.
You grew to be a strong leader in every aspect of who you are and where you go in your life, and it’s not something that you shout, or even recognise sometimes. You just do it quietly and gracefully (if i can use that word to describe a man!) and without any hint of arrogance. I love this part of you, and the freedom that it allows me to learn from you how to best do that in my own life, particularly as I am the hot headed firey one in this duo. You work so hard to maintain the relationships with the lifers and your family – and you never once complain about the distances that you need to travel in order to do this sometimes. I know that I greatly appreciate this – particularly as we are one car family and I am yet to get over myself and drive said car further than out of the garage. I know sometimes you get tired and frustrated – but you never once take it out on me, ever. I am grateful for your patience. Always patient, and waiting for me to be ready to do what needs to be done.
Speaking of patience, one thing that absolutely changed a big part of who ‘we’ are is how much a part laughter has become of our daily lives. And i love love love it. Thats right, not once, THREE TIMES! I know that at least two or three times each day I will laugh, and laugh good and proper. This part of us, this part that is almost tender,and absolutely beautiful, a lot of people dont and may not ever understand. But understand this, I am never going to give it up!
Because who else would tell me as soon as they wake up on their birthday that they are going to retire now, because they are old, and then pull the covers over their head? Who else would understand the universal killerhouse meaning of ‘pow’ or know that ‘your mum’ or ‘your face’ is a perfectly acceptable answer to ANY question? Who would know that to diffuse a situation, or get yourself out of trouble you just have to look at me with that look, or say something completely random and ridiculous? Thats right… only you. Im glad that we get this part of each other, that it encapsulates so much of who we are and how we work, and how well we know each other.
Thankyou for your love, your patience, your strength. You are endlessly supportive, and my loudest cheerleader – even when i am whining about the same thing i have 1830 times before (thats once per day for every day we have been together in case you were wondering). You push me daily, to be better, to do better, to try new things, to be spontaneous for once in my life. You trust me implicitly, and believe I am capable of things I never even dreamt of. You work through everything with me – and never ever once do you think its not going to work out, or be anything other than completely fine.
So. Happy 30th Birthday old man. I am so proud of you, and all that you are. I’m so excited we get to kick off your thirtieth year with a great big party and more travel adventures. Cheers to another great year
<its thursday, so i was totally reminded to be thankful and write this! … thanks kate!>