Not ME Kristin. My friend Kristin. When you grow up in Minnesota, you know lots of people named Kristin. You collect Kristins like Charlie's Angels cards. Or quarters (a habit I can't break despite the fact that I've had my own washer and dryer since 1998. When I get change, I'm like "Sweet! A quarter!" ). Moving to Minnie at age 7, I entered a 2nd grade with 3 Kristins, 1 Kirsten and 1 Kerstin. And that does not include my 1st grade neighbor Kristi who was really a Kristin.
And this is one of the best Kristins I've ever had.
At one point in our history, we shared both a first AND last name. Which at first felt a little freaky and single-white-female-ish.............but then it became truly bonding. Maybe because I could use her Dayton's credit card and get her employee discount at the annual Daisy Sale.
This Kristin, a favorite Kristin, recently turned an incredible shade of 40. And in her honor, I composed the following poem and performed it in the style of a dramatic reading - a very dramatic reading - at a gathering of like-minded Kristin fans.
It is called..................
A Poem About Kristin
K is for caring. No it's not. That's a c. But Kristin IS caring. So I'm leaving it.
R is for "R you kidding me? Those R the cutest kids I have ever seen."
I is for Introvert...she... isn't.
S is for Superwoman. Full-on stay at home parent. Full-on working parent. And she bakes.
Beware the Superwoman. For she might make me look bad.
T is for Tony. Her knight in meticulously polished armor. He can bring home the bacon - and clean up the kitchen - after she fries it up in the pan.
P is for "Please change your email address. So people will stop thinking your emails are from me." Just kidding. There's no P.
E is for.........just kidding. There's no E. This is a joke for people named Kristin.
I is for "I am cracking up, girl.........every time we are together."
Hey......is this poem about me? No wait. My husband's name is Mike. And I don't bake.
N is for NO WAY would I ever want to be without you. And NEVER is when I will get sick of you. And NEAT is a word my dad uses to describe things that are cool. And that is what you are.
And H is for.........(it's a silent H)........H is for Happy 40th birthday, Kristin.
Love, your friend Kristin.