oh megan. the woman i met. while learning to kayak, which i cannot regret. with her beautiful smile and her stark straight brown hair, a goddess it seemed, one could not help but stare. the moment i met her. how could i know? what friends we'd become, that together we'd grow. well grew we did, and friends we became, but more than just friends, we were sisters, the same. we paddled in rivers, we drove in our cars, often fell asleep laughing, under the stars. and when moonlight fell down, she stood without waiver, she'd smile at the group and say, do me a favor...? reluctant but willing, we went out on a limb, and followed our megan for a cold midnight swim.
of course we grew older, each of us did, but our friendships grew closer, and megs had a kid. that's when it happened, seemed without even tryin' -- she became a wonderful mother, to little jack ryan. she moved from a condo, into a home, then left springville together, but did't leave us alone. no. the cards they came in the mail box of course, and phone calls and blog posts, some long, and some short. but no matter the distance, no matter the state, we still love eachother, that's what happens with fate.
that's right i said it, i know that it's true, somehow dear megan, i was meant to meet you. and meet you i did, and love you i do, miss you most often, and that smile of yours too. so thank you my friend for loving me too, i need you, forever. happy birthday. to you.