Still Twenty Days Older

From second grade through junior high, I had a dear friend. We were pretty much inseparable. I was twenty days older than her and I loved to rub that fact in her face. For twenty whole days, I was ten while she was still nine. I was 11 while she was still 10. And so on. That’s how I rolled.

She moved away and we lost touch and I have always missed her.

Last week, I found her. (Praise Google from whom all blessings flow).

Today is my birthday. I can’t think of a better gift than knowing where she is and how she is doing. Call me happy.

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8 Responses to Still Twenty Days Older

  1. Kathi says:

    The good part of Google, for sure. Happy Birthday and I hope you have a really good day. XO

  2. Carrie Link says:

    Happy birthday, Happy!

  3. Dee Ready says:

    Happy Birthday, Michelle. May your next year be filled with possibilities for growth in the human spirit and may your fine book sell well and reach a wide audience.


  4. amber says:


    Happy Birthday my dear. I know it will be wonderful.


  5. kario says:

    Happy, happy day! I have a friend like that, too, although I suspect that since we are turning 40 this year, she will gloat more than I. Lucky for me, I don’t care about my age (except that I’m grateful to no longer be an adolescent).

    And, just because I can’t resist a soapbox, I’m happy that you found your friend, but I’m giving up on Google thanks to their recent turn to the dark, er, GOP-side. Bing is officially my friend now that they don’t co-sponsor candidates with Fox News or donate to the Heritage Foundation.

  6. Amanda says:

    Can’t believe I missed your birthday! Cake will be made and candles will be blown – maybe I’ll just do it 20 days late in honour of your post…

    Hope you had a great day!!

  7. Courtney says:

    How is she???

  8. She is 42. But not for long!

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