All Children Must Grow Up...

This post is my formal acknowledgement of Wendy's 26th birthday! I am blogging about it not only to recognize her 26 years of success and accomplishment on this planet, but also because I waited too long to send a card and/or gift.

I always ask for her address with the best intentions of actually sending something, and somehow never seem to actually deliver on my implied gift-giving. Sorry, Wendy, your birthday cards are sitting in the same purgatory as the tickets to visit you during sophomore year at Georgetown.

It's fitting that we celebrate her birthday at the commencement of our adulthood project, because it officially marks our descent towards thirty. 3-0, people. My 26th birthday will follow in March, and this time of year always reminds me of a funny scheme Wendy and I came up with in high school (where we met and fell in nerd-love at first sight).

With our birthdays in semi-close proximity, we had both realized that neither of us had gotten nearly the amount of gifts or attention we were hoping to, so we decided to plan a follow-up joint birthday bash...in June. I distinctly remember the fabulous TJMaxx Tommy Hilfiger bikini I wore to our evening pool party (ever so chic), and I remember even more clearly Wendy walking, nay, running into a closed sliding glass door. The thump of her forehead resounds in my mind even as I write this. Needless to say, after that, the party was pretty much over. And even after all that planning and bamboozling, I think all we ended up with were some re-gifted Bath & Body Works sets.

After a rough week at work, and even tougher time taking stock of my own life this week, I still want to pause to celebrate the birth of my dear friend Wendy. Because after all, I can't think of a better friend to grow up with.