One of my favorite parts of my birthday is sharing it with my lifelong friend, Stephanie.
And when I say lifelong, I am not exaggerating for effect. We were born in the same hospital one day apart. I don't have picture evidence but as we did not live in a big city, I have always envisioned us in bassinets side by side. Me: "I wish I was as cool as that baby." Stephie: "I can already see that I am going to have to teach that baby how to dance."
Even though I don't have any baby pictures of us together, I do have decades of photographic evidence to document our 37 years of friendship. Girl Scouts ... parties ... band ... weddings ...baby showers ... reunions... I even have junior high newspaper clippings. Our last names were pretty close together so we even usually got to sit next to each other in class. And even though we live in different states, when we get together it is as if no time has passed at all.
I won't lie, I am sitting here feeling a little sorry for myself today. My face hurts, y'all. I did not expect to spend my birthday not being able to eat or talk. But reminiscing over years and years of friendship has reminded me of how incredibly lucky I am and how I know that when we are old and gray, we will still be celebrating our birthdays and our friendship.
And next year I will have a new little guy to share my birthday with! Because as I type this, back in Tennessee, my very first nephew is about to arrive in the world. As soon as the kids get home from school and The Engineer can steal away from work, we will be making the trip up to meet Baby Ryan. I am sure there will be lots and lots of pictures coming soon of the newest addition to the family. We are all very excited. I might have already bought him three pairs of baby shoes.
Happy Birthday to my dear friend Stephanie and Happy Monday to you!