I have long needed to get a few things off my
chest, so here goes.
You are such a huge part of me. In fact, you
may be the biggest thing in my life. I can't tell you what it means knowing
that you are behind me 100%, my biggest supporter. You are my
Oh sure, there are others in my life who lend
their support -- Feet, Legs, and Knees come to mind -- and they're all great,
but just between me and you? They complain a lot. But not you, Butt -- you
almost never complain, even when I really lean on you. (Don't get me started
about Back, who needs way more babying than anybody and frankly? hasn't
been reliable for several years. But this is not a snarky Back-biting session;
it's all about YOU, Butt.)
We've been together almost 43 years, and I've
watched you grow. How you've grown. You've made a career of growth, really.
You're like a growth industry. Though you don't have a glamorous job, and a lot
of your time is spent just sitting, you're always there, two steps -- well,
three steps -- behind me, hanging out, waiting to be of service. You may not be
the first one noticed when we enter a room, but you're definitely the one
they'll remember when we leave.
I know it is my responsibility to care for you,
clothe you, feed you, and feed you, and feed you, and I do, and I am happy to do
so, but it isn't enough. I need to express my appreciation for your solid
support, and for being a soft place to land when I'm down. Thank you, Butt.
You have gravitass, my friend.
p.s. Don't pay any attention to silly Boobs;
nobody else does.