I’m a super simple person when it comes to my birthday as all I ever really ask for is a sandwich. I don’t know why I like sandwiches made for me… On reflection, perhaps I do; When I was 13, I was over at my girlfriend’s house when she offered to make me a sandwich. Of course I agreed, and am I ever happy I did. It was one of the most delicious sandwiches I had ever eaten. It wasn’t just because of the taste, it was because of the love. I stood in the kitchen watching her as she smiled her girlish smile while she worked. She actually prepared bacon for it, and I think she even cut the crusts off for me. She really wanted to make me happy with this sandwich – with much success. That desire to please has stayed with me ever since. To this day, I look at sandwiches as something that are lovingly made, something that comes straight from the heart and goes right to my belly…but also affects my heart in more ways than one.
But I digress, no one wants to hear about my love for sandwiches. The reason I’m writing this is with regards to the overwhelming response I get on my birthday. I just don’t have time to get back to everyone. So a big THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart!
I would like to thank everyone that reached out in all manners. It means a great deal and I’m eternally grateful. BUT, if you really want to go out of your way, a sandwich would fuckin’ rock!