I am 35 years old.
See how easy that was. Who even remembers why I had that pesky breakdown 5 months ago?
Caryann remembers. Today, she joins me smack dab in the middle of the 30's. And she claims my devastation was a mere hair out of place compared to her own train wreck of advancing age.
Which is unfortunate since I've never met anyone who takes birthdays as seriously as Caryann. Not her own as much as others. If your birthday coincides with her presence in your life, then you'll feel loved and honored and emotionally high-fived for 24 hours straight.
This past November, she gifted me with the one of my top 5 presents of all time:
It would be one of those things I grab as I run out of my burning house. In addition to my duvet and DVR and mascara.
One must be prepared for dreamy firemen.
She also bared her soul. Not the soul that's sarcastic and pushy about my spending habits, but the one that's the kind of friend God really knocked out of the park.
A friend is always loyal, and a brother is born to help in time of need. Proverbs 17:17
She's that friend. And that brother.
Note: Only 2 more days to enter to win a bunch of Amazon cash. If you're Mark Zuckerberg, then "a bunch" is really relative.