Happy Birthday to Me

Happy Birthday! Yay! March Babies.

Almost 10 years ago it was my best friend Ashley’s 21st Birthday.

85 and sunny! In Maine.

My Junebug, do you remember this?

We traded tops.

Now, it’s 35 degrees with 16 mile an hour winds.

Fucking cold.

It's snowing, bad right now!! Two days ago it was 60 degrees in Portland!

Beautiful. But destructive.

Climate change is crazy. Also true, Idiots.

I don’t know another March baby best other than you, girl.

March means change, March Equinox is coming. You feel it too.

People probably think writing a poem about your best friend is odd.

But girl, you’ve been here with me through the last 1-2 years.

So much has changed.

Look at us, you have 3 boys! 4 including your husband, Hi JD.

Your idea of a pet years ago was a rock! I can't help but laugh at this conversation. I know I have it stored somewhere.

Now look at you. Three cats, and a dog and fish? GIRL!!

You’re an amazing mom. Those boys are beautiful, growing so fast.

Ehhh, so are we. Drink of wine please?

You held my hand and let me cry about losing my ability to be a mom. Years after the surgery had already happened.

You’ve been there through thick, thin and the gross, weird, fun, roller coaster we’ve had.

Births, and deaths. You’ve been here.

Junebug, we will always be there for one another. Through no matter what. I promise you.

-ej + ar - couldn’t write this without thinking of you. And the bloody heart your dad put in my hands. HAHA