I've always firmly believed it is not the quantity of friends that gets you through life. Rather, it's the quality of the company you keep. I use to build up to each October 3rd with so much anticipation, not even the utmost, thoughtout plans could surpass my expectations. As I've gotten older, I've scaled back my expectations to Earth. Every person on this planet gets one day just as I do. Matter of fact, I know a handful of people using the same to day to celebrate for themselves.
This year, I was back in the clouds. Bo got to scheming a birthday celebration, which could have completely failed and I would have applauded the thought. And it almost did. I was disappointed to find out several of "my" friends wouldn't be available for the Jenny/Jeff Joint Celebration (that was almost as hard to type and it is to say). I certainly appreciated "joint" friends taking time to celebrate with us, but I would be lying if I wasn't a little saddened to be without the girls.
No sooner do I accept my birthday for what it will be and Kristina and Ashley get me good. True friends drive 4 hours to see me for 6, sleep for 3 (in my pig pen of a house that didn't anticipate company), and drive home. Ecstatic is an understatement - there were tears. I value so few friendships. Harsh? Maybe, but it's a rare case when someone values a friendship equal to the degree you do. Often it's one-sided causing people to part their ways with each passing day. So, thank you to my extraordinary friends who drove across Texas despite the time crunch, sinus infection and sick children. I'll love you forever.
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