Without you, I wouldn't know my prison name
On this date, an unspecified number of years ago, someone very important to me came into this world.
She's responsible for introducing me to Wilco, hard cider, and Taco Loco.
Without her influence and guidance, I wouldn't be a knitter.
She's told me some of the most horrific (but dude, SO EFFING FUNNY) jokes I've ever heard.
We've laughed hysterically while repeatedly falling on our asses while attempting to snowboard. We've had way too many fruity drinks together on the patio at various TGI Fridays in the Orange County area. We've survived a devastating separation during my defection to the I.E., and have managed to stay super close through a cross-continental move.
She loves me in spite of my wanderlust, encourages my sarcasm, and has never, ever given up on me no matter what crazy things were happening in my life.
Stacey, I love you dearly. You are the kind of friend people write sappy books about, the kind of friend you make and keep forever, the kind of friend people WISH they had.
I hope you have a wonderful birthday, and that the coming year brings you an overwhelming amount of happiness.
Happy Birthday, Stacey!
Posted by: Nell | May 07, 2008 at 07:24 PM
Awww, how sweet of you . . I'm so happy to hear about good friends. I'm glad you two found each other! :)
Posted by: Leslie | May 07, 2008 at 07:34 PM
Ok...I just teared up a bit :) Thank you and I love you so much!
Posted by: Stacey | May 08, 2008 at 12:11 AM