Little Things

If anyone asked me what I thought about Dennis, there’s only one obvious thing for me to say: Dennis is easily the nicest guy I know.

We’ve been friends for more than a year now, and I’ve been witness to the great lengths that he’s willing to go to for his friends. He knows his limitations, and he lays them down, but he always does what he can.

I once told Dennis I can count in one hand the times that he ever made me feel bad. I’ve kidded him since that they have become countless. The truth, however, is that there have always been only three instances, to be exact, that Dennis said or did anything that hurt me, and I remember each one of them quite vividly. And they’re pretty mundane, too. But because I’ve been so used to Dennis being all nice, the littlest things that wouldn’t have mattered sort of stand out.

Most of our female friends, and some of the guys, too, agree that Dennis is husband material. I’m certain Dennis is lucky with Lizette, too, but I know Dennis enough to be able to say that he’s going to be a good husband and great dad.

We don’t go out often anymore, but I know I can always count on Dennis. He’s one of the few people who I am comfortable being totally honest with.

Dennis, Dens, Densyo, Yappie, Mr. Yap — he can go by any of these names. Whatever he’s called, though, to me, Dennis will always be one thing: GREAT FRIEND.

Happy birthday, Dennis!