Wish you were here...

Today is a very special day. Today, many many years ago, a girl was born. She was beautiful from that first moment, although, I only had the chance to meet her 20 days later when I had done my time in my Mom's tummy. Her house
became mine and mine hers, except when she forgot to bring her own toothpaste, her family mine, and mine her's. We had to be placed on opposite sides of the classroom during nap time cause we would chat too much otherwise.

When I was 3 I went on my first trip away without my parents or hers and went to her Ouma and Oupa. We went on Easter and Christmas holidays together with the families, watched as each other went through the awkward stages, the braces stage, the fat-thin-fat-thin stages, the massive fashion faux pars. The skater style, the punk rocker, the nose and belly piercings, the make ups and break ups. The last time we lived in the same town, or even provience was when we were 11 years old, but we've made it through different schools, with other friends, hurricanes, broken hearts, miles and miles of ocean between us and still I just know that nothing will ever come between us.

She is smart, silly, uber clever, crazy, funny (not on purpose though), caring, generous, beautiful, talented, gentle (most of the time), considerate, charming, hardcore (she does triathlons) and yet elegant and most of all, she is my bestest friend in the whole world.

Can't believe I got so lucky to have you in my life for soooooooo many years. Happy birthday my gorgeous friend. Come home soon.

Comments

Anonymous said…

Love you skank. You have no idea how happy this made me.

17 February 2012 at 00:46

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