
Kelly has been my best friend for 13 years now. Yet, I have done the unthinkable for everyone of those years (to the best of my knowledge)... I forget her birthday. EVERY YEAR. This is bad enough as it is. I have no idea why. Do I get exceptionally stupid in July? Is there something in the stars that align every July 21st that makes me incapable of remembering the most thoughtful person on the planet?
If you are reading this, then it's likely you KNOW how good Kelly is to me and how much I cherish her friendship. For MY 40th birthday, she organized a surprise wedding for 300 and still managed to get a card for both the birthday AND the wedding.
Kelly has made me hand-sewn quilts, framed photos she took herself - you name it. She never skips a beat or gets you anything just off the shelf.
So I am publicly turning myself in as a complete ass and stating for the record how much I love her (and her equally supportive and considerate husband.) She's the best and I hope she knows how much she means to me.
Thank God she comes to visit next week and I have a chance to make it up to her. And knowing Kelly, she'll show up at my house with a house-warming basket filled with indigenous items that share a common Latin language root with my name spelled in the glyphs of the ancient people who lived on this soil before the ice age.