Twenty Eight

Happy Birthday, Kelly Jo. No suspense here, this one’s for you. I started out with a grand plan to make you a video, I even got up early this morning to do it. I did several takes and finally got it right. Then as I stood up, I dropped the phone and somehow, in the picking it up, I deleted the freshly completed video. Which is how my celebration of your day started out with a giant Fuck You to the universe. Man, oh man, that made me crabby. I didn’t have time to re-record the video because I’d done more than one take to try and get it perfect.

Then I spent the entire day stewing over it, because I was annoyed my plan had failed. I had every intention of heading home tonight and doing it again, except that it is dark when I get home now and the lighting in my house is terrible and I knew it would look better in natural light.

Then it hit me. Kelly likes words. Specifically, she likes it when *I* write words for her (feels like there is more than one meaning to that sentence!) And in days gone by I used to write sonnets to our friendship or post montages of photos glorifying our BFF status and post them to my blog. I don’t use the blog much anymore, at least not for things like that.

But I could.

I did.

I am.

I’ve spent all day thinking of you. I was in a meeting this morning (that I was NOT late for, despite my tech snafu, thank you very much) at the University of MN and the woman was talking about the children’s picture book digital art collection and I thought of you and how you’d be able to use that for your art unit.

I thought about you in the parking ramp when the person in the next spot parked so close to me that I could not fit between our cars and that was the driver side. And I ended up climbing in the passenger seat and over the console and contorting my body to squeeze into my driver’s seat. And even though it pissed me off, as I drove away I thought how funny it was and wished you were there because we’d laugh about that craziness for YEARS to come.

I stopped at Subway and thought of you and how much you enjoy Subway and how much you enjoy eating out, and that time you called me on the phone to tell me that Subway started offering breakfast and it was awesome.

I drove past Peppers & Fries and thought fondly of our lunches there, with and without your children. Then I thought of all the other lunches we’ve had and how much you enjoy going out to lunch. More than anyone I know.

All day today, every little thing I do, my mind has found a way to relate it back to you. Given the two very different lives we lead, this should seem a difficult task. But it isn’t. I can connect almost anything to you. And the reason is that we’ve been friends for twenty-eight years. 28. Our friendship is old enough to vote, buy cigarettes, lose money at a casino, drink alcohol and rent a car.

The Civil War lasted four years. World War I lasted four years. World War II lasted six years. The Korean War lasted three years. The Great Depression lasted ten years.

Our friendship outlasted all of these major events….added together. We have been friends longer than it would have taken to fight in four major wars and survive the greatest economic hardship our country has endured. With a year to spare.

I’ve spoken many times on my blog about you and our friendship. I’ve listed those if you wish to reread my words about you.

25 Birthdays

35/35

Lent Letter

Brecken’s Ultrasound

The Wonder (I think this is my all-time favorite Kelly post)

Chicago Trip (Although this is a close contender, still makes me LOL, literally)

The Right Stuff

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First Sleepover

One of these posts contains a different list of posts about Kelly (there are a LOT to choose from) and in that one I put four and mention specifically that I stop at four just for Kelly. In this one I stopped at nine. It killed me to do it, but I did. Only nine lovable posts about my BFF. Because she likes lists that don’t conform. It’s me who doesn’t.

But here’s the crux of the thing. I love you, Kelly Jo. I’ve been loving you forever since 1989 and fully plan on that being the case forever. It’s a remarkable thing to know someone that long. Outside of blood relatives, there is no one I’ve known longer, and I know it is the same for you.

When we met, we didn’t have boobs. We didn’t shave our legs, we’d never gotten our first periods. We’d never kissed a boy. Our lives were small and sweet and innocent, as a child’s should be. The size of the world has grown immeasurably since we met, but it is in keeping with our friendship. More succinctly, the older we get, the better friends we become.

I know this is your first birthday since losing your dad and I know how hard that has been, and still is, on you. I think of you every day hoping, praying, that today will be a better day than yesterday. Also, I think of him, his warmth and his laughter and how very, very, very much he loved you. He is responsible for us, he moved you from Woodbury to St. Paul, and if he hadn’t done that, in 1989, you and I would never have met, never become friends, and what an immense loss that would have been. Nearly as awful as losing your dad. I hope that brings you comfort. Of all the things he’s given you, and Heaven knows that is a lot of things, he helped give you my friendship. And I’m still here, always.

Sometimes, Kel, sometimes it is hard to write to you because there is literally nothing I don’t say to you. I love that about us, our openness, even on the rare occasions that we fight, we always communicate our every thought. So many times I’ve set pen to paper (okay, fine, fingers to keyboard, but whatever, pen to paper is more poetic, and alliterative) to talk about you, about friendship and about how incredible it is that we are still forever friends.

Or BFF. As you like to say.

You are never far from my thoughts, and today, well, you are my favorite thought.

Happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy birthday.

39 happys. Really. Count them.

Love you always, BFF.

kel

P.S. even though I never specifically mention NKOTB, I do reference them in the post. And because it felt weird to write to you, on your birthday and NOT mention them, I felt compelled to at this postscript to point that out, thus sneaking in a mention of your favorite band. I’m clever like that. Happy Birthday #1 Fan!

25 Birthdays

I had a great idea for a birthday post that I began prepping weeks ago. Then life got the best of me and it didn’t come together. So I will save it for next year. That’s the nice thing about birthdays, they come around year after year. It’s also the annoying thing about aging, it happens year after year. And so, this is my backup plan.

Today is the birthday of my friend Kelly. Anyone who reads this blog knows Kelly, she is a regular here at Changelivlife. Kelly and I first met in 1989, during the 5th grade. We were 10 years old. The origins of our story are blog fodder, she says I was the first person to be nice to her, I say I complimented her fingernails. Today, I’m still nice to her and she still has great fingernails. Life doesn’t change much.

But then, we are much older. Education and family and marriage and children and jobs and homes and sadness and pain and laughter and tears and photographs and beer and so many things have happened that in many ways, everything has changed.

It is a fact of life that things change, but somehow, after 25 years, we are still friends. It boggles the mind to think that a friendship could outlast the changes it has endured, but somehow, we have defied the odds.

In 1989, the first birthday we celebrated was Kelly’s 11th. I think it was at her house on Fremont, though I could be mixing it up with other birthdays, there’ve been 25 of them in total. It was the first birthday we celebrated together. Today, we gather to celebrate her 36th. Back then, if you had asked me, I would have giggled and said we’d be so OLD then, 25 years in the future. I would have invented stories for us. Kelly would have become a teacher (even at the age of 10, she knew what she wanted to do) and I would have created a story for myself. A lawyer or a circus performer or a traveling gypsy (even today I still don’t know what I want – or perhaps I want too much) and we would have argued over which of us would be married to Jordan Knight (she can have him) or Tom Cruise (I doubt either of us would take him now) and how many children we would have.

I know that neither of us would have doubted for a moment that we’d still be friends in 25 years. Children have a blindness to them. They don’t fully grasp the mysteries of time, the savageness of life, how things can change and people can change and life can turn you inside out. Children don’t understand. They live life by faith and happiness. My friend makes me happy, therefore we will always be friends. That kind of simplistic thinking is beautiful in its way. Most of the time it is unrealistic, but beautiful nonetheless.

When I think like that, it is rather remarkable that we are still friends, after all these years. We very nearly did not make it. We lost time. But we found our way back to one another and are close once again. Today we celebrate her birthday for the 25th time since we met.

Today, I wish I could go back and tell those little girls. “Don’t ever stop believing in the power of friendship. You will see others fail. You will be challenged. Life will get hard at times. But for every hard moment is a moment of joy with a best friend that can never be replaced. Don’t ever give up on each other, you will make it. You will stay forever friends. Those jagged heart necklaces are truth. When you are older than you can imagine, you will still always be friends.”

But I can’t talk to those girls, they are long gone, just memories in our hearts. But I can talk to us today. To Kelly, to myself and I can say this.

I am so grateful for the days of our friendship. I am grateful that we survived our breakup to become stronger friends. I love that I can call you for any reason or no reason at all. I love that we are each other’s family and can count on one another no matter what comes. I am happy when I am with you and happy knowing you are in my corner when we are apart. We laugh together, we tell stories, we keep secrets, we take pictures, and we are, as we have always been, the very best of friends. I never want to forget or take us for granted. We are so lucky to have each other.

Happy birthday, Kelly. Let’s get started on the next 25 years.

40 Years of Tom

Today, today is the birthday of one of my very favorite friends. Happy Birthday, Tommy! My good friend Tom, is 40 years today. When I met him, he was just a lad of 25. He’d only just started dating Mindy (they were still keeping it a secret, I can vividly remember when I found out!), he rented an apartment in St. Paul, he had some roommates, and he was my boss.

I remember him as being the nice one, out of the three interviews I had to be a hostess at Awada’s. He is the one who hired me. We were just kids back then. But he always seemed so much older and more responsible. Probably because he is, he might be the most responsible person I know (sorry, Tommy, but it’s true).

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That’s the oldest photo I have of him….digitally. I’ve got older in print! That’s Clayton with him, and Clayton is now 10 years old, so that puts this photo about a decade old.

One of my favorite things about Tom is the way he listens. He’s an excellent listener and he pays attention to the things you tell him. I remember when I was in school, he’d ask me what classes I was taking (people always ask that when you’re in college) and then he’d remember. And weeks later he’d ask how specific classes were going, calling them by name. My parents couldn’t remember the classes I was taking (and I never expected them to) but Tom always did. That amazed me about him, then and now. It’s an incredible skill and, from personal experience, I can say that it truly makes you feel as though the other person cares.

He’s also a sneaky listener. Once Mindy and I became good friends, and she and Tom were dating, we’d sit at the bar at the end of shift, and we’d talk. You know, girl talk. And it was in a loud and crowded bar and he’d be working behind the bar, not paying us the slightest attention, but somehow he always knew what we were talking about. I’m still not convinced he didn’t have microphones installed.

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(That’s Tom in front, Mindy in gold, and me with my arms raised. Only people on the giant slide, right before it closed. One of my favorite memories.)

Tom is also one of the handiest people I know. He’s a guy that simply gets things done. I remember one night, working at Awada’s, and I complained that there were no hooks on the bar to hold your purse. Mindy agreed that it was absurd. So I called Tom over and told him we needed hooks. He asked questions to make sure he understood what I was asking (he’s like that, very methodical) and then the next night I came to work and there were hooks. It was incredible. Less than a day. He just got it done, once the problem was brought to his attention. Awada’s no longer exists, but the building and bar are still there…and so are my purse hooks.

I’ve watched him get married, buy a house, become a father – there have been so many changes, but Tom hasn’t changed all that much. He’s kind and steady and just Tom. He doesn’t miss my birthday, ever. He’s a face you’ll always see at my raging parties, or my quieter ones. In fact, one year, he threw a party for me. I was….oh boy, 23? 24? and Mindy was in Europe. Tom decided that because one of my best friends was out of town, he’d throw me a party and he did. I’ve got a million pictures of the night Tom hired out the Awada’s sports shuttle to drive us around, we went to Minneapolis and bar hopped all over the city. I don’t even remember all the bars we went to. But we ended up back at Awada’s and drank after hours until the wee hours. If I didn’t have so many photos, I’d barely remember that night, but I’d always remember how thoughtful it was of him to throw me a party.

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(at the State Fair in 2009, to see an OAR concert with Justin and Me).

I don’t often stop to write birthday tributes for everyone I know – mostly because this blog would be nothing but birthday tributes, but this year, for his 40th, I wanted to take some time to celebrate my very special friend.

So let’s talk memories. I’ve mentioned a few. Of course the Trip to Chicago, is a big memory.

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He and I standing at the trailhead for Route 66. And the Hot Beef sandwiches, I’ll never forget, and will always associate with Tom. Also how he plotted and schemed to sneak me onto the tourist bus, and succeeded. I never doubted the success, I can’t imagine Tommy fails at much.

From the wayback machine, I can tell you about the time we were working at Awada’s and somehow became the sponsored bar for a large boxing fight in Oakdale. Unbeknownst to us, which meant hundreds of crazed and partially drunk boxing fans pouring in during happy hour. It was chaos. Barely controlled chaos, until it wasn’t. Suddenly a fight broke out – and all hell broke loose. This is not something words can describe. If you weren’t there, you’d never believe this story. But here’s what I remember. Two burly boxers were going at it on the other side of the bar. They were the epicenter of the storm. Tom was in charge, and without hesitation, he levered up and vaulted over the top of the bar. He waded into the fray without hesitation and I lost sight of him in the throng. The next I saw, he was pinned against the wall, feet dangling as the boxer, presumably, threatened to kill him. Tom calmly talked him down until the guy let him go….and just like that, things dispersed. Though I’m fairly sure Tom’s shirt was a casualty of the evening.

I remember how excited and nervous he was about becoming a father. I remember how excited he got to teach Clayton everything he knew….before he was two years old. I’ve watched him settle into being a wonderful father, coaching soccer, and he still teaches his boys everything he can, I think that’s why they’re so wonderful.

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To this day, he stars in one of my favorite photos….

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Yep, that’s my mom.

When I turned 30, my mom threw me a murder mystery party. Right from the jump, they had to assign someone to be the moderator, to keep things on track. Guess who that was?

Tommy and me

If you guessed Tom, that would be correct. My job was drinking intensely. And I like to think I performed admirably.

You know, if you read this, you’ll see that I describe him as responsible, mature, the kind of guy you can depend on, and all of that is true. But it’s only a snapshot of him personality. He’s also fun, and charming, he’s got a great sense of humor, and sometimes he does dumb guy stuff like camping with guns and booze (a terrific combo). I like him because he’s fun and a good friend, but I admire him for his responsible side.

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I also think he’s had more hairstyles (if you include facial hair) than anyone I know. It’s a game to figure out what he’ll look like every time I see him.

Sheesh, this is so long. I didn’t intend for it to be this long. I just really love Tom a whole lot and am so grateful for the past 15 years of friendship, and really looking forward to a lifetime’s memories with him and his beautiful family.

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Tommy, happiest birthday to you. I know you don’t really read my blog, so I will email this to you. But I just wanted you to know, especially today, that I am so very thrilled that we are friends.

 

Agree to Disagree

I don’t think there is anyone in the whole world who is as similar to me as they are different from me. We are alike, we are unalike. Yet, somehow, both these differences and these similarities draw us together, bind us as friends.

Today is the 35th birthday of my best friend, Elena. Lane. Today, we are in her car, driving to Green Bay, to see a country music concert. Jake Owen and The Cadillac Three. Just a couple years ago, she wouldn’t have gone to a country concert (excepting when she went with me to see Christian Kane in 2009–that wasn’t for the concert, that was for me). She didn’t like country music. I did. But now she does and it is another thing to draw us together.

I’ve told the story before, of how I did not like her when we met and how I grew to love her for exactly who she is. It’s just an example. The things that separate us, the things we do not share, that is all I could see of her. But once I got to know her, it was the things that we share, love of books, love of reading, love of fiction, love of Dean Winchester, love of good looking men on television, love of movies, love self analysis, love of intellectual thought, love of cheeseburgers–these are the things that connect us, that thread our lives together, that make us best friends.

But then, we will discuss something and disagree, often, and she doesn’t like to argue and debate. I do. And so she says, “let’s just agree to disagree.” It drives me crazy. I don’t WANT to agree to disagree. I want to disagree and loudly until we’ve reached a point where we can agree or kill each other trying. That’s me. That’s not her.

It’s how we’re different.

It’s how we’re alike.

It’s the things about her that make up who she is, those are the things that I love. It’s that she overpacks and takes things too seriously and thinks I’m funnier than her and depends on me to find her books and never remembers what she’s read and still sighs over Dean Winchester’s perfection and puts up with my obsessive need to talk all the time and likes the culture of drinking but doesn’t really like to drink and is super flexible but wholly stubborn and can crack me up like no one else. These are the things of her. The things that make me so damn happy that she is my best friend.

It’s her birthday. We’re on our way. Jake Owen better rock our respective worlds.

Happy birthday, Lane. Thanks for being such a wonderful friend.

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A Little Bit Warmer

I think the weather is now just a little bit warmer, the sun is just a little bit brighter and spring is just a little bit closer, all because as of just over an hour ago, a brand new baby came into this world.

Congratulations Carrie, Matt and Hayden, on your new beautiful baby girl, Kinsley Mae.

She shares her birthday with another special friend of mine, and, as he and I have already determined, today is a very good day.

Sundog Birthday

Dear Christian,

This morning, when I woke up, I didn’t know what kind of day it would be. Do you ever feel that way? Maybe yesterday was a long day or a tiring day or a fun day and you just don’t know what to expect from the day in front of you. This is how I felt today. Then, I remembered that today is your birthday. It made me smile to think of you this morning and that good feeling helped me think that today would be a good day.
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(my goodness, how BIG you’re getting!)

On my drive to work, I then saw something extraordinary in the sky. I saw a rainbow. Did you know that rainbows in the winter are EXTREMELY rare? They almost never happen. In fact, they are so rare, they actually aren’t even called rainbows, they gave them a different name, sun dog. I suppose that means I saw a sun dog this morning. On your birthday. For something that special, I knew it meant it would be a terrific day, to mark another year of a terrific, wonderful, little friend of mine.
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(Do you see the sun dog?)

I hope you have a wonderful birthday, I hope you stayed warm on this, one of the coldest days of the year. I love you and I’m so excited to spend time with you as a six year old! Thank you for being my friend and always bringing a smile to my face. Happy birthday to you, Christian.

Love, Olivia
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35/35

Happy Birthday, Kelly Jo!

Today, on your 35th birthday we are going to celebrate by listing 35 things that were created AFTER you. So, without further ado, here are 35 things that you are older and more awesome than….

35. Plinko

Invented in 1983.

34. Roller blades

Invented in 1979.

33. Ryan Lochte

Born in 1984.

32. The Moonwalk

Invented in 1982.

31. Sweet Valley High

First published in 1983. Did you love them as much as I did?

30. Hooter’s

No, seriously. We are older than Hooter’s. God Bless America

29. Cabbage Patch Kids

Created by Xavier Roberts in 1982. I think that might actually be a picture of my Andy….

28. Cell phone

Was first marketed in 1979…an original ad.

27. Disposable contact lenses

And, yes, that photo creeps me out. First invented in 1987. When did you get your first pair?

26. The Disney Channel

First launched in 1983. Imagine, if that hadn’t happened, Miley Cyrus might have never been famous. Honorable mention to Miley Cyrus…

….born 1992.

25. J. Crew

Somehow this retailer has only been around for 30 years…

24. Viagra

Believe it or not, until 1998, men had to get erections the old fashioned way.

23. Sony Walkman

TPS-L2 headphone Stereo Walkman

Invented in 1979. Hard to believe that this was the epitome of cool. And the precursor to the iPod…

22. Macaulay Culkin

For some reason it’s weird to me that we’re older than Kevin McAllister. Born in 1980.

21. Tom Cruise going crazy

Remember when he was the coolest guy alive?

Oh, yeah. And long being a staple of our friendship, he had to make the list.

20. My Little Pony

Invented in 1983. And now popular again, Arionna loves them…above is her favorite, Rainbow Dash.

19. Garbage Plates

Also known as a sampler platter. Technically, these have been around a lot longer than you, but the name “garbage plate” was not trademarked until 1992. So I’m including it, because it’s your birthday, and you love the sampler platter. Or garbage plate.

18. Microsoft Word

Released the first version in November of 1983. What on earth did people use to write before that? Oh yeah…paper.

17. Mario Brothers

My brothers and I used to play this on our original Nintendo. Some of my very favorite childhood memories. Oddly, this year there were STILL kids dressed up as Mario and Luigi. I guess they are still cool after 30 years.

16. Baby Got Back

Weirdly, it seems wrong that we were old enough to listen to this when it came out in 1992. But stranger still is thinking that this song is old enough to drink.

15. The minivan

  Hard to believe that this didn’t exist until Dodge invented it in 1983. And now, some of us can’t live without one….
14. World Wide Web
was not invented until 1989. Sometimes my parents will tell me how when they were kids color television didn’t exist. But, luckily, I can say “ha! at least you HAD a tv, when *I* was a kid there was no INTERNET!” I was 15 before I ever surfed the web, I remember doing it for the first time. You?
13. Bon Jovi
They didn’t form until 1983…sometimes I’m sad that I lived the first four years of my life without hearing them…
12. Nicotine patch
patented in 1985, but they didn’t hit stores until 1992.
11. Compact Disc
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Can you believe it? We used cassettes.
bonus picture there, just for you.
But, anyway, the CD was invented in 1982.
10. Text messaging
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Yeah, until 1996, a year before we graduated high school, this was not an option. (and yes, that is a REAL text of ours..guess which one is you?)
9.  Air Jordan
Founded in 1984. I can think of dozens of boys who would show off their Jordans and pretend they could jump like that.
8. Guess Jeans
I think you had a pair…right? I did not. I always wanted a pair though.
7. Prince William
The most famous prince in the world, who will likely become King of England in our lifetime, was not born until 1982.
6. Forrest Gump
This movie was released in 1994. I can actually remember DRIVING to this movie, the first one ever. Granted, I only had my permit, so my mom was with, but I remember. And it was July…so you couldn’t quite drive yet. As a matter of fact, only a couple months after this release, we would meet Jesus.
5. Justin Bieber
Yes, yes I did. I put the Biebs on the list. He wasn’t born until 1994…which means…technically, we’re old enough to be his *cough* mother.
And also, because if not for teen boy idols like…..
then the Biebs wouldn’t be the success he is today. Plus, it was another excuse to insert a Jordan Knight reference for your pleasure. I’m all about you today….
4. D.A.R.E
DARE was created in 1983. Quick, Kel, what does it stand for?
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Did you get it?
Drug Abuse Reistance Education. And unless I’m nuts, we were in DARE together in the 5th grade…right?
3. New Kids on the Block
Formed in 1984. Yeah, I know, you expected them to be #1, but I like to keep you on your toes. Plus, this is not news, but #2 was…at least to me. And #1…well, you’ll see.
However, they are #3 because I’m grateful. This band gave me a lifelong friend, I’ll always be loving you forever, because of them.
2. The Chicken McNugget
Seriously, this one SHOCKED me. How in HELL can we be older than chicken nuggets? They were invented in 1983.
Are you ready?
Here it comes….
NUMBER ONE!
1. Olivia
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That’s right. Born in 1979, you are, technically, 4 months and 1 week older than me. And that is not one of my favorite pictures of me, but since I am in YOUR chair, reading to Team 214, I thought it was the perfect way to tell you how much I love you, no matter how old you get.
Happy Birthday to my “oldest” friend in the world, who will never be old, so long as she listens to New Kids on the Block.
Love you, Kel!
And, just because, here are a few of my favorite Kelly posts.
I was going to do 5 posts….but she’ll appreciate it more if there are only four.
Happy 35!

Happy Mindy-Day!

Today is the birthday of one of my favorite friends, Mindy.

I’m celebrating her by posting one of my favorite photos:
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And my re-posting these two links.
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Both should give you a great picture of how fantastic this friend of mine is.
Happiest of days to you, Mindy-girl. Love you so much!

Lent Letter #31

Dear Lewie,

Happy Birthday, Lew! Today you are six years old. Sometimes I look at you and think that I blinked and you went from newborn to six, then other times I can’t even remember what life was like without you.

Do you wanna know something funny? Until the day you were born I didn’t know that babies could be born with dimples. True story. That sounds kind of silly now, but when I met you at the hospital, you made a little face and you had dimples in both cheeks. I was delightfully surprised. I said to your mommy, “he has dimples!” I will always remember that I learned something the day you were born.

When I think about you, the first thing that I see is your smile. I think you smile more than any kid I’ve ever met. Probably my favorite thing about you is that you like it when I ask you to smile at me for a picture. Every single time. If I say your name in that tone, you immediately turn toward me and slip into that easy, charming grin of yours, dimples popping, eyes twinkling. It melts me, every time.

(Even though I have not been posting pictures in my letters, I am making an exception for you, because other people read this blog and they don’t all know you like I do.)

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That picture was a year ago, but you’ll note that even while playing on the playground, you took the time to stop and give me that trademark grin.

Your personality is pure sunshine. You make people feel better just being around you. That is your gift to the world. I love the fact that you’re still a little boy, that you’ll still hug me and sit on my lap and just want to play and have fun. I know it’s ending, I know you’re on the cusp of becoming all boy. That soon hugs and kisses will be gross and playing with adults won’t be on your radar, but I am hoping that you never lose that magic smile. That you’ll use it your whole life to bring light and happiness to yourself and those around you.

Being your friend makes me happy. Being around you makes me happy. Seeing you smile makes my whole day.

Happy 6th birthday my sunshiny friend!

Thank you for being part of my life,

Olivia

(to see why I am doing this, read here)

Christian’s Favorite Things

This goes out to my little friend Christian. Yesterday was his 5th birthday and today he had his tonsils out. He’s sitting in a hospital bed and I wanted to send him some love.

Here are some of Christian’s favorite things.

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Simon

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Me (also trains, in the background)

Water slides

Spiderman

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His daddy

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His mommy

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His sister, Toria, and their dog, Cookie

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The circus

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Staying overnight at my house and playing Pig Toss.
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His baby

 

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Happy Birthday Christian! I hope this list helped you feel a little better. Love you!