I am a bad, bad friend. Each year, I promise myself I will not miss it. I will not confuse the dates and think, for whatever insane reason, that her birthday is on the 24th instead of the 20th. I will have the card in the mail in plenty of time for it to arrive on her birthday. I mean, she is one of my BEST FRIENDS! I can't remember not knowing her. I can't remember a time when she wasn't one of the most important people in my life. We lived across the street from each other for a couple of decades. We talk all the time and see each other as much as we can. We have shared the deaths of grandparents and the births of children. My husband and I met at her wedding. I've even thrown birthday parties for her. For all these years, her birthday has always been on the same day. It hasn't changed. And yet, I still have some mental block about it. I don't know what it is. I also don't know why I'm so shocked and mad at myself about it this year. It's not like this is anything new. We joke about it throughout the year. Our husbands even know and laugh about it. And yet, each time it happens, I feel like crawling under a rock.
So, Happy Birthday, Jodie!!
Sorry this is two days late, again. I'm a freak, again. Please forgive me, again. I promise, again, that I'll definitely remember it next year. Yeah right. Who am I kidding?
Love you!!
1 comment:
I'm used to it now. In fact, by around 7 Saturday night Van & I were betting whether you'd gotten the date wrong again. The problem is that I cannot ever be mad at anyone else for forgetting because if my oldest bestest friend can't remember it, who will?
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