I melted. Because in case you are unaware, the way to my heart is through Chicago. That’s right. Just get on I-90 and keep going (provided you don’t hit traffic … which you will). You’ll inevitably run into my heart, which is nothing more than a giant mass, encompassing the Chicago skyline and part of Lake Michigan.
Jill knows this, which explains her voicemail. It also explains this note she sent yesterday:
In honor of your birthday, I am going to Chicago (on Wednesday--the actual day of your birth).
I will walk the Magnificent Mile and sing "Happy Birthday" (dear Amanda) under my breath.
I will eat at Cheesecake Factory and have them put a candle in my cheesecake and will blow it out while thinking about you.
I will attempt to look as "not touristy" as possible so as to not embarrass you.
I will (hopefully) visit the Sears Tower and refuse to call it Willis Tower by correcting every tour guide person I hear that calls it the wrong name. (I probably won't do this verbally, but I will be giving them the what-for in my head.)
And there you have it. My birthday gift to you. :) Enjoy.
I think my heart just grew a bit and swallowed the suburbs.