Dear Jennifer,
May I call you Jenni? I have lots of friends named Jennifer, which mostly go by Jen. I have one friend that goes by Jenny and I used to have a dear friend named Jenni that I have sadly lost contact with. Not that you are taking her place, of course, but it is already a dear name to me and I expect that we will be dear friends. I must confess that I only know you as well as a member of the audience can, looking up at you through the footlights. I have this inkling, however, that if we were ever to have a conversation... a real conversation... that we would be friends right away.
I must admit, the first time I thought I liked you was because you are tall and have dark hair. I am both of these things, too. Well, I AM tall and I HAVE dark hair, but you get my point. I once saw a picture of you in your band uniform and that also made me smile... very big. I, too, was a band nerd. I marched and did concert band along with 3 other clarinets, about 6 flutes, 3 trumpets, a french horn, a saxophone and a few percusionists. Our band teacher usually played the tuba when we marched. I think music and working together as a group is such a great thing to learn in your youth.
If we ever went out to dinner, you would bring your husband and 3 beautiful kids and I would bring my husband and 5 crazy wonderful kids. We'd need to go to one of those big, loud restaurants that has crayons on the table. And our girls would talk about everything and my boys wouldn't be all that interested because they're little and all they care about are chicken nuggets and super heroes. I'm not sure if our husbands would be able to relate very well, but they are both kind, funny, really funny guys and I'm sure they could find things to talk about even if it's to tease us just to make us laugh. You and I could start out talking about our kids and raising them in the world we live in. Beyond that, I'm not entirely sure what you might be interested in, so we'd try crafting or reading or maybe even writing. Maybe your town is different than mine, but I can never find clothes that fit and my girls are well on their way to being just as tall... statuesque, that's a great word, right? Maybe we'd even get into faith or integrity or charity... the way we live so that our children grow up to be valuable adults.
The tags on our clothes might say different words and the cars we drive might not have driven out of the same lot, but I think we could be great friends because I don't care about what the tags say on people's clothes and I don't care which lot the car drove out of, and I think you probably care about some of the same little things that I do. I think you probably find joy in caring for, playing with, crying with, teaching and loving your children, just like I do. I think you love your husband fiercely and that you must work really hard at it to have stayed married for this long, just like me. I love the way you do what you are good at and really have a ball doing it. I love the good and kind things you do for others in a big, organized way, the same way I do things on a much smaller scale. Every time I see a picture of you, I smile because I think we would be friends if given the chance. I wish for you all the best things in life!
Your Friend,
Diana
P.S. I really wish the paparazzi would leave you guys alone! I love to scroll through red carpet pictures, when you know your picture is being taken and you're ready for it. I really think it's rotten when I think of them following people around and popping out of bushes, etc. I wish people were raised better than that!
