“A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow.”
― William Shakespeare
It's no secret Cathy and I did not become friend immediately. After all, I kissed her husband. And I had a waist. And I was far too perky to be allowed to live.
But seven years later, here we are. Friends. Really, really good friends.
On this day, my really, really good friend's birthday, I want to not only celebrate the fact that she has been granted another year on this earth - one with a few extra grays and maybe a new line or two, but another year nonetheless - I also want to celebrate who she is as a friend.
Because Cathy is a good friend; a true friend.
She not only makes you laugh, but she will also laugh at your jokes and your ways and make you feel like the funniest person alive.
She will listen to you, offer gentle advice if asked, and, if needed, help you see things differently - without making you feel like you are wrong about it.
She will lend you a helping hand when you need it - sometimes literally.
She will tear up when you are sad, because she really feels what you are feeling.
She will light up when things go right for you, because she is really happy for you.
Yes, Cathy is a good friend; a true friend.
She is also a wife and a mother; a daughter and a sister; a cousin and an aunt - one who deeply loves her husband, her daughters, her parents, her sister, her cousins, her niece.
She is fiercely independent, yet cannot live without her family; without her friends.
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| Cathy with her (from left) husband, sister, and brother-in-law |
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| Beloved daughters |
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| A night out with some friends |
She is who she is, and on this day, her birthday, I'm glad for it.
Happy Birthday, Beeyotch!
Love,
Your Friend
