Dear Peg,
Happy 40th!
When I first met you, I was 17. Did we ever imagine what life would/could be like more than 20 years later?
When I first met you, I thought you were the quiet, funny hysterical girl down the hall who would actually share my offbeat sense of everything.
When I first met you, I knew we'd be friends forever.
When I first met you, I envied your green thumb and loved your sense of style.
I loved your family in Iowa. I wait for the Holiday photo magazine every year. Now H does too.
We grew up together in College. We grew up even more after College in Washington DC. We moved on but always stayed close.
You met your H. I met mine. They liked each other.
You had your kids. I had mine. They like each other.
Your humor and insights helped me through the past few months more than you'll ever know.
Here's to (at least) 40 more years together. Lots of red wine (or vodka), chocolate, bacon and laughter.
Enjoy your day. And be proud of who you are!
Love,
Me
