Oh Happy Day

(image by Elgarboart)

Happy 32nd birthday to my oldest and dearest friend!! I like to call out her age because for the next three months we are the saaaame. See, usually she prides herself on being younger to get me back for the times I tortured her about A.) getting my license first, and B.) turning 21 first. Something that has of course backfired as we've gotten older. Bah. It's hard to believe, but we've been best friends for 25 years. Both only kids, we always say we were destined to meet and have become more like family than friends. Despite being separated by state lines, we still talk once a day and she continues to be my go-to for just about everything. I wish, though, that we were celebrating together today. I'd love to live down the street again so I could bake her a cake and sing her a ridiculous song. So we could have cocktails too early in the afternoon and laugh long into the night. So I could toast her, honor her and tell her in person that she has been a source of strength during the two most difficult years of my life...even when she hasn't realized it. Stupid distance. Good thing I have no problem pouring a cocktail and calling her for happy hour. Until then, happy birthday, best friend. I hope you have as fabulous a day as you deserve. (Mark, I'm talking to you.)