Dear James Byron Dean,
We celebrated your birthday today. I wish you would've been there celebrating with us, blowing the candle on my banana split. I hope in some way you're looking down unto us smiling over our silly little feast. We did had a delightful dinner at the 50's Diner as promised, ordering the most scrumptious of food from your time. The 50's vibe made me think your presence was there, listening to me rant about you over and over and laughing at me looking at your pictures minute after minute, sighing at every glance. I ordered Texas Toast (pretty shallow, i know. But I sadly didn't know what you would've wanted me to order for you.) Actually, I ordered a lot (all for your special day, mon cherie amour.) It was a lovely day spent with my family and friends. It was magical how we have gathered and celebrated the birth of someone we have only known from the big screen. But your special day was magical. And so were you.
Tomorrow is still your birthday, Ashley's time. She promised she'll eat at a diner or watch one of your epic movies. She's my teenage fairy. I'll be watching Rebel Without A Cause, East of Eden and James Dean tomorrow and read your favorite book, The Little Prince, as well. I'll read that while listening to your favorite records. I love you too much, do you know that? I was even jealous of Mikey Hinkle (yes, you can hit me with your cool whip as hard as you can and you don't even have to apologize!) I kiss you on the cheek now. My personal celebration continues tomorrow. Happy 79th birthday, my love. Goodnight.
P.S. I'm going on a date with Dylan. We're going to Fairmount! I hope you're not jealous! :-)
