Monday, March 29, 2010
Happy Birthday Boxer!
There are many things that are much easier to do as an adult than as a child. Like drinking, shopping at Bergdorf's, or breaking the speed limit in a vehicle larger than a Big Wheel. But making friends? That's pretty hard to do once we grow up. I mean, when was the last time you walked up to an interesting-looking person in the grocery store and asked, "Does your mom let you play Barbies after school?"
As we slip from childhood into adulthood, chances are, our childhood pals slip away as well. Some of them move away. Or they marry men we can't stand or women who can't stand us or they adopt weird political stances or wear funny hats.
The people I still know from my youth? I can count them on one hand. And on one finger the one with whom I'm in regular contact, and that's via email (the rest of you? call me, you bums). Which is why I'm so thankful that through this mess of a blob of mine I've met a few folks upon whose forehead I can stamp the word, "Friend."
Boxer is one of them. In the two-plus years since we first met through an on-line writing contest, we have traveled together and laughed over the phone together, and shot emails back and forth together about everything from Pee Wee Herman to the travails of raising elderly parents to finding the perfect LBD for dinner.
Today, Boxer celebrates a Big Birthday, and I want to both congratulate and thank her. For being such an awesome person, for moving through this world with such wit and grace, and for being someone who is now indelibly inked into the fabric of my life.
Happy Birthday, Boxer, you fabulous friend, you!