This past Saturday held two important events for me: getting coffee and celebrating Laura's birthday. You question the coffee, I get it. But let's be honest here: 4 hours of Master's classes without coffee is downright cruel and that's just what happened. SO, it was VERY important that I get coffee immediately following said snoozefest.
Laura's birthday. I started thinking about birthdays. We're 27 years old. Do we really have birthday parties anymore? Does it matter? What I realized DOES matter is that I've celebrated so many birthdays with this woman, this magnificent person that I am lucky enough to have in my life. How many people can say they've had the same best friend since they were kids playing on the monkey bars? What's more is that no matter the distance, no matter the amount of communication, no matter the disagreements, morals, values and lifestyles, we've somehow managed to hang onto something really important.
It's not that we've held onto 'being best friends'...
It's not that occasionally we still know what the other is thinking...
What really matters is that as two individuals, we have been able to grow from children to adults and maintain a trust and a bond and a connection that most people can't say they have. For this and for her, I am undeniably grateful in every way possible.
<<And if we're being real here, how could I have possibly partied with her Saturday night without first drowning myself in a cup o' joe?>>
And in the appropriately wise words of one fish named Dory: No. No, you can't... STOP. Please don't go away. Please? No one's ever stuck with me for so long before. And if you leave... if you leave... I just, I remember things better with you. I do, look. P. Sherman, forty-two... forty-two... I remember it, I do. It's there, I know it is, because when I look at you, I can feel it. And-and I look at you, and I... and I'm home. Please... I don't want that to go away. I don't want to forget.
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