(I think April is full of lovely birthdays.)
Years ago before my Mom was pregnant for me she worked at a grocery store as a cashier. She worked with a group of other women that I have always knows as “The girls.” I remember knowing them throughout my childhood and in to my adult life. She always loved being with them. They came to weddings and graduations. They knew me, my Dad, my brothers… they made my Mom laugh and they loved her and she them.
I am lucky enough to be a part of a couple of groups that I like to call, “The girls.” One member of which I’m happy to
stand sit alongside is my dear friend, Jenn of Wrestling Kitties. (Let’s be honest, we don’t stand when we’re together.)
While she does like cats and I fear (I’m sorry, Jenn) she won’t be my friend after my previous post, I am so lucky to know her. Jenn, have we been friends for 10 years? Has it been longer than 10 years? HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?
You’re an inspiration. You’re honesty and kindness are so flippin’ relatable. (Read her blog.) You ooze empathy and are so wonderfully thoughtful. I will never forget the gift you sent the girls after my Mom passed – the heart boxes… I just love you for you. You’re beautiful and have insanely awesome eyes – blah, blah, blah – but you are SO funny and SO witty and I just kind of think you’re great.
I wish we lived close to one another again.
I’m so glad you were born. I’m so glad we’re friends. So glad. Happy, happy birthday, dear friend.