Codie's Birthday Speech ~
"When you break something dear to you, you cry and try to fix it to the best of your abilities. When you realise you canāt, you trust it to someone else, hoping that theyāll be able to fix it; you hope and pray, and when they succeed, you feel more grateful than ever, and put your most treasured item somewhere safw, so that it wonāt be broken again.
Thatās how she felt - one look at her husband, and she felt the most grateful she had ever felt. Every āI love youā was also a āthank youā for how expertly and effectively he had fixed her heart; every smile was a gift, and every kiss an apology for the doubts that sometimes came to be and she couldnāt control. There was simply one difference between her and all those people in the wprld who had trusted someone else to fix their most important belongings:
While they had saved it away, someplace safe and unable to reach, away from this cold and dangerousā worldās ways, she had given it to her fixer, her saviour, trusting him with it. In the end, she knew there was no place her heart would be more guarded than with him.ā
She closes the book and looks ahead, giving Codie a faint smile, then eyeing the other guests of the surprise party sheād out together for him. Last year, on his birthday, I gave Codie a short story - our short story, as friends. Exactly a year after, I thought Iād continue it, but then I remembered - I already wrote a whole book about him, about us. The excerpt I read is from it; the final three paragraphs, to be more precise. Iām sorry if I spoiled it for anyonw. She chuckles, obviously nervous; her face has a soft blush, as she is cleay not used to public speaking.Then again, however, I finished this book a some time ago; while the feeling of pure and genuine love remains, things have happened between then and now, things that have shaped us up to be even stronger, both together and individually. Weāve swam our way through really hard times, watched people leave and fought all the same demons in all their different shapes; we battled our personal wars alone, but under each otherās support, and itās been a rough path, but exactly what I always dreamed of.
You see, when I was little, I used to play alone with my little dolls, in the attic. Iād make them be a cute little couple and give them kids and pets and theyād be helplessly and permanently in love, just like my parents were, despite all of the bad things that got in the way. Iād make my little dools fight and cry, and make up and kiss, and go out and be happy. Even then. i knew things arenāt always perfect - today, I stand here, the human confirmation of such. There are days Iām a nasty bitch - excuse my french -, and days Iām deeply insecure; days when Codieās too tired to talk or do anything more than ger into bed and sleep. Still, we always pull through. At the end of the days, we both crawl into the same bed and right into each otherās arms, just to hold each other, and you know what? Thatās more than enough. No matter how angry or sad or tired any of us are, when I get in bed and feel his arms around me, itās all gone; Iām home, safe and sound. Even if we donāt talk or heās sleeping, he always holds me, and thatās enough to remind me that everythingās okay.
Now, if youāre not a big fan of reading, you might not know exactly how Codie and I came to be, but Iām sure most of you are faniliar with our story - best friends turned to lovers who escape on a road trip from their problems, stop in Vegas and get married after winning a crap load of money from gambling. Yes, itās more clichĆ© then those little umbrellas on a mojito, but we both know it, to be fair - I always say Codie and I are the best looking cliché⦠And itās true, I swear! I would know; Iāve seen Codie naked more times than his mum ever did when he was a baby. She chuckles, now more comfortable. Sorry, Evelyn. And anyone whoās here who didnāt want to know that, I advise not reading the book⦠It can get pretty detailed.
She giggles softly, but then her smile softens and her eyes twinkle with love and happiness as she shifts her gaze to Codie, keeping it on him. Enough with the talking, though; this is a party and I donāt want to bore anyone, specially not my handsome birthday boy. Happy birthday, Codie⦠If I could, Iād give you the entire universe on a silver platter, but since I canāt, Iām just giving you all that I have to give; the good and the bad and horrible, but also the best of me. I used to be scared of growing old, but ever since I found you, I just wish we can celebrate our birthdays to infinity and beyond. I love you, and youāre the absolute best thing thatās ever happened to me. Please, keep being your amazing and wonderful self, and I hope I can make you at least half as happy as you make me. At last, she raises her glass half-full of champagne, and speaks cheerfully. A toast to love, happiness and, most importantly, to the most amazing, trustworthy and charming boy Iāve ever met - my birthday boy, Codie Simmons.