Happy Birthday, Sandy!

Sandy is the very oldest friend I have in the world. She’s 30 today.

Wait. That came out wrong.

Sandy is the longest-time friend I have in the world. We go way back. She is my first friend in the United States, we met through my cousins Diana and Jennifer’s parents when Sandy and I were 6. We’ve seen each other through a hell of a lot of roller coasters, and even tho we may not talk all the time, we always pick up right where we left off when we do talk. Our parents used to have get-togethers for dinners, karaoke (during which we’d retreat upstairs and talk about boys), and fishing. We still have fishing horror stories that we share with our boyfriends when we all meet up. And sometimes one of us will recall something we had not reminisced on before, and trigger the other’s memory, and we’d laugh like a couple of lunatics.

At 30, Sandy, you’re more successful, more wise, more beautiful than you have been at your previous years. Regardless of what you may feel. Happy birthday.

Man, I should dig out an old photo of us at age 6 and post that. I’ll make that a project soon. Altho…nothing comes to mind. Did we not take any photos back then?! I can’t wait for Vicky’s bday around the corner. I KNOW I have photos of THAT!