Obligatory Navel Gazing
I’m glad that I have friends who make me caterpillar birthday cakes, and friends who will read children’s stories to me. I’m glad my mom worries about whether I’ll get to the airport on time. Some friends send me emails that aren’t very coherent yet make sense if you read them enough times, and ones that call me on having done something wrong. A crazy aunt who gives me cufflinks from beyond the grave, and another crazy aunt who takes me to coffee to talk about participating in medieval wars. Even the “friends” who put my face on student government propaganda aren’t so bad. And who can complain about allergenic “kids” that get Christmas photos at Petsmart. Age-old enemies turned friends and friends who remember more stories of your life than you do. Family, friends, and family friends. If the next twenty-five are anything like the first, it should be a good ride.
