For K
Today is K’s 23rd birthday.
I met her when she was 8 and I was 11, when I moved into the house next door to hers and we became friends. That was fourteen and a half years ago.
I’ve known K since she was a silly, gangly kid running around my front yard in a swimming suit…her ensemble of choice from April until October, if weather permitted.
We’ve been friends for so long that we have traditions and inside jokes so old we’ve probably both forgotten where they came from in the first place…but no matter, they’re still important.
K and K alone understands the significance of “Chicken-with-its-pants-off pizza,” the importance of the quest to find the worst horror movie ever made (Jack Frost II leads so far…hard to top angry snowballs with fangs), why it is that orange Dum-Dum suckers are so funny and how, really, “some people are just stupid.”
K and I have been together through all the major events life has brought so far. She was the first person I called the day Travis asked me to marry him-fitting, as she’s the closest thing I have to a sister. She’s family.
We’ve gone from running through sprinklers and sledding in our backyards to late-night talks at Village Inn (hot chocolate for her, coffee with two sugars for me) and road trips. Different high schools, different universities, time and distance-none of those things matter. We can go a year without seeing each other in person and once we’re together again, it’s like nothing has changed.
K has grown from a funny, skinny, giggly kid to one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met (who is still all of those previous things). Now we’re both out of college and in the working world. It doesn’t surprise me at all that her career is one that involves trying to make peoples’ lives better. It isn’t an easy job; it’s one where she was told by a supervisor, “If you can do this job, you can handle anything.”
That’s K. She can handle anything. She’s strong, opinionated, compassionate, intelligent, independent, brave, hilarious, humble, weird and beautiful. I’m honored that she’s been my friend all of these years. She’s the best.
Happy birthday, K! I miss you!
I met her when she was 8 and I was 11, when I moved into the house next door to hers and we became friends. That was fourteen and a half years ago.
I’ve known K since she was a silly, gangly kid running around my front yard in a swimming suit…her ensemble of choice from April until October, if weather permitted.
We’ve been friends for so long that we have traditions and inside jokes so old we’ve probably both forgotten where they came from in the first place…but no matter, they’re still important.
K and K alone understands the significance of “Chicken-with-its-pants-off pizza,” the importance of the quest to find the worst horror movie ever made (Jack Frost II leads so far…hard to top angry snowballs with fangs), why it is that orange Dum-Dum suckers are so funny and how, really, “some people are just stupid.”
K and I have been together through all the major events life has brought so far. She was the first person I called the day Travis asked me to marry him-fitting, as she’s the closest thing I have to a sister. She’s family.
We’ve gone from running through sprinklers and sledding in our backyards to late-night talks at Village Inn (hot chocolate for her, coffee with two sugars for me) and road trips. Different high schools, different universities, time and distance-none of those things matter. We can go a year without seeing each other in person and once we’re together again, it’s like nothing has changed.
K has grown from a funny, skinny, giggly kid to one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met (who is still all of those previous things). Now we’re both out of college and in the working world. It doesn’t surprise me at all that her career is one that involves trying to make peoples’ lives better. It isn’t an easy job; it’s one where she was told by a supervisor, “If you can do this job, you can handle anything.”
That’s K. She can handle anything. She’s strong, opinionated, compassionate, intelligent, independent, brave, hilarious, humble, weird and beautiful. I’m honored that she’s been my friend all of these years. She’s the best.
Happy birthday, K! I miss you!
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