She’s been my friend since I was 8, and she was 7.
Forty years this summer. That’s a very long time, through thick, and thin, through births and deaths.
Through heartaches, triumphs, moving, marriages, and divorces.
We know each other well, and we have shared many of life’s milestones and memories during occasional visits, and semi annual birthday phone calls.
There is still a lot of catching up to do. We have gone through the fake French Jeans, and the striped Adidas runner phase, Scottish Country dancing, and those hideous matching yellow woolen pants our Mother’s dressed us in. OH MY!
We find ourselves reconnecting near the April, and November birthday times. Hers and mine. We may be birthday friends now, living our lives separately, but it’s when the calendar swings around to a birthday that I know I can expect a call from her.
For who else other then your family knows you better? A long term friend is a lifetime’s treasure. One who has seen you skin your knee, learn to bake, and come of age.
So here’s to strong female friendships, birthday wishes, and many more candles on the Birthday cake.
Some of life’s great joys.