A sassy, crafty mama bird from Los Angeles
raising a very sweet little girl with Autism
and a new baby boy in the Midwest... and other stuff, too.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

I'm older

"I've run through rainbows and castles of candy
And I've cried a river of tears from the pain
I tried to dance with what life had to hand me
And if I could... I'd do it all over again"
-Stevie Nicks
I celebrated a birthday a few days ago. Well, maybe celebrated isn't the right word. I'm older now. Wiser. More sophisticated. Actually, I'm just faking it. I don't like birthdays. Too much opportunity to reflect, contemplate. That's the last thing I want to do. The past few years have been pretty rough. The last great birthday I had was 27. I'm not telling how many years ago that was. Ok, it was five. Maybe that's why I changed my facebook profile to say I was born in 1982. I was not. But, 27 was a pretty awesome year. I have pictures from that year and I can see the exact moment it changed. But, I digress. This post is about an amazing friend I have. There's a reason that some friends are lifers. It's because they know you. The real you. I opened up a birthday card and out fell a piece of paper with the aforementioned lyrics on them. My heart leapt. Then I read the card...
"I wish you the happiest birthday that you can have. I say it that way because I know that you're in a place where even the happiest events are shaded with grey. Remember, any time it gets to be too much, you can call me and I'll remind you of who you are."
There was more, but I was in tears by the time I got to the end of the card. This was the best, most honest birthday message I received- and I received a lot. Both Greg and Lisa said they couldn't believe all the FB greetings I was getting all day, suggesting that I have so many friends and so many people in my life that like me. That's cool, but I know that it's the quality that counts. A good friend is hard to find. A real friend. The kind who gets you. The kind who knows the real you and will remind you "any time."
xxxxx to SRS


My name is Erin. said...

So true. My eyes welled up with tears reading what they wrote. These friends are precious. Mine live hundreds and thousands of miles away from me and I miss them so much.

Dani G said...

Erin: I know!! This friend (like almost all of my lifers) is 2000 miles away. Also, most don't "get it" like we do but they can still love me and remind me of who I am...

SRS said...

And I'm also the kind of friend who is like "OMG, I can't believe Danille ripped my lyrics that I ripped, to use in her blog" until, of course I got to the almost end, but by that time I was staring at the celing doing the special chin-up-no-tears trick because I'm at work and these poeple fear me and there's no crying in baseball abnd all that. I love you, whoever you are.

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