Recently, a very good friend, Randman, celebrated his 50th birthday. For those who recall FMDY 1.0, the name may be recognizable as I referenced him in many topics related to music, improv, Monkeys With Hand Grenades, etc. and he was a frequent commenter. He was an instrumental part (pun intended) of the success of all those endeavors as they related to each other and made a significant impact on my life. He’s one of those people you feel incredibly fortunate to have alongside you on this lengthy road trip called life. To learn that such a great person was struggling with this particular birthday saddened me greatly.
Rather than adding to his Facebook timeline, I wanted to reach out via email with a longer, more personal birthday sentiment. Yes, that was the intent. As I sat there staring at the screen (for what seemed like hours) mulling over all the possible reasons he was struggling, all I could muster was weak greeting card pablum. I should have deleted everything and started over, but for whatever reason I didn’t and I’ve been kicking myself ever since.
So, in an effort to make up for that faux pas, I would like to present this Randman themed/inspired offering:
When I grow up I want to awaken with my favorite song stuck in my head.
When I grow up I want to tackle each day with the exuberance of a five year old at play.
When I grow up I want to learn “the rules”, know “the rules”, and then break every one of “the rules”.
When I grow up I want to marry a Disney princess.
When I grow up I want every moment with her to be like a hit Broadway musical.
When I grow up I want to usher in each night with a spectacular fireworks display.
When I grow up I want to look up into an inky, star-filled canvas and see the infinite possibilities the universe holds in store.
When I grow up I want to see all this wonder reflected in my child’s eyes.
When I grow up I want to go to bed knowing that tomorrow I get to wake up and do it all again.
Happy birthday again, my friend.