5:55 on 5/5: happy infin8th birthday cake & ice cream day to this honey bunny boo-boo buttercup lover butterfly forever young grasshopper super chipper whipper snapper squirrelly cat ladybug apple of my whole world: our sassy kook of the zoomiest, impossibly smart sweet tart, FRIDA!
Eight has long been a special, sacred number. On the date marking 8 months of life in L.A., I walked miles, alone, peacefully, to get my 8th tattoo, inner right wrist, at a shop called Freak Chic on Melrose Avenue: an infinity sign with a red heart on the top part of the left loop, bottom point of which meets the center of the sign. Bottom left loop: classic, cursive “LA” for the sweet city of my dreams I could finally call home and had been for 8 months of surreal, dream-come-true living in Los Angeles: Dreaming out loud infinite bliss beyond every vivid, imagined daydream.
It's also the month I met my one, brand new, newborn baby brother, birthed mid-August. Scott is now 28, the age I turned in Panama, also marking the age I moved back (home) to Michigan in 2018, same year I met Justin, Love of my life, who was born the 18th of September ‘88. Suppose one could say 8 always plays a f8-full card forevermore.
And now, today, my most favorite fur ball of fortune, fun & fierce, loyal love - Frida! - is somehow, already 8 years old in what seems like but a blink. Forever treasured, unexpected magic 8-ball discovery of sweet puppy love on my own birthday eve in 2014.
When asked (often!) what breed she is, and usually as a puzzled response to her super goof, sweet-as-pie, googly-eyes demeanor, I have always answered: “Rottweiler mix, likely a bit of pit; she howls like a hound dog… also probably part squirrel.” Frida is the most squirrelly cat-dog there ever was. However, we recently discovered she distinctly resembles a breed called Treeing Tennessee Brindle, which is a Cur known for being intelligent, affectionate, sensitive and courageous since 1995. Sounds just like Frida since 2014. Look at her now:
She is a real-life, real-time rescue straight off the side of the road. Only makes sense that she has a whole scurry of squirrels who fearlessly visit her daily on our balcony now.
Happy 8th Birthday, Frida!
It must have rained a whole lot of bubbles that April. The wildest sunflower to burst forth in May 2014 is my most favorite of all: Frida, I love you infinitely, always, my sweet girl.
All my love forever,