Because this girl was born today:
Dana and I met in seventh grade science class, with Mr. Ross. I can't remember exactly how it happened, but we became fast friends. And then best friends. We had a "notebook" and even one of those BFF friendship necklaces. (You remember those right, with the two halves that each person wears? Oh junior high, how I don't miss thee.).
|Circa 1992. Oh dear.|
We stayed close through my two year stint in London. Through graduate school. Through law school. Through more loves and more breakups and moves and career choices.
I was the maid of honor in her wedding. And she was the matron of honor in mine.
Despite being a plane ride away, we've made yearly visits to see each other, and each other's children.
Dana has rescued me many a time. She has been there for me to cry to. To seek advice from. To laugh with. To talk about the deep stuff that everyday conversation doesn't allow. When something good, bad, funny, or even mundane happens, Dana will know about it. In many ways, she knows me better than anyone. And she has become far more than a best friend. She is family, no doubt about it.
This year, like pretty much every year, Dana's birthday card still sits on my counter, yet to be stamped. (I don't know why I can't get it together to send it three days prior to the day). So in lieu of that card (which will be on its way, I promise), let this be your "on time" birthday greeting, Dana.
I love you. Happy birthday. Call you soon. :)