both my bff and i turn 50 this year and, in what will come as little to no surprise to anyone who knows me, i'm making a big deal about it.
i remember when it felt like neither one of us was gonna make it this far. when we kept hitting brick wall after brick wall and feeling like nothing we did was working. when we really couldn't see the point of continuing to try.
but we did, and we're here, and when this goes live, i'll be celebrating my bff's birthday. i am the excited.
i'm excited b/c i am so ridiculously glad we're still in each other's lives after all these years. decades, really. our friendship is old enough to run for president (and maybe it should, given *gestures vaguely* current events).
i'm so glad we still show up for and with each other. i'm glad that we're willing to ask questions and attempt to be ok with the answers, even the ones we don't like. i'm glad that the fact that we've never lived in the same city has never stopped us from being close. i'm glad that we're so different in so many ways and yet sometimes we're so alike that it's scary. i'm glad you're slightly more petty than i am and i'm also glad you don't unleash your petty as often as you could or should, because then i'd have to be petty right along with you and the streets are not ready.
i'm glad that i pushed you just enough to celebrate today. you deserve this and so much more.
i'm glad i get to wish you a lifetime of abundance. of ease. of grace. of curiosity. of hope. of love. of knowing that who and what you are will always be more than enough.
happy birthday. love you. mean it. 💜
