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.