So I spent all weekend thinking that Sunday was the 30th. And it's....today. Which is good! Because it means I get to write this post.
Molly is one of my favorite people....on earth.
She's one of the only people in the entire world who I would tell anything. She tolerates my insanity and she lets me embarrass her, and she always ALWAYS knows the perfect thing to say, because she knows me so well.
Sometimes we don't talk for months, and then one of us picks up the phone and it's like we just spoke that morning. I can talk to her for two minutes because I need to tell her about the homeless guy I just saw who offered to sell me his shopping cart, or I can talk to her for seven hours about everything under the sun.
I wish she lived closer to me. Right now I think it's a pretty fabulous year if we manage to see each other twice.
I miss her like crazy. I love her like family.
Happy birthday honeyface.