Every once in a while we are lucky enough to make a friend in life who becomes a friend for life. I believe I’ve been particularly blessed in this area since I don’t always make it so easy for people to remain my friends, especially when I’m in one of my frequent “I hate the world and am slamming the door on it forever” moods.
But I have this one particular friend, Grace, who had the grace to be born two months before me so she ALWAYS has to be a year older than I am for at least two months every year. I don’t think there are many friends who will do that for you. She and I have been together since we were three and have been through births, deaths, appendectomies and St. Michael’s grade school together. To this day I count her as one of the great blessings of my life.
So happy birthday, Grace. And thank you for being a year older than I am for at least two months each year. I’ll take whatever I can get in the way of feeling young.