everyone's got a birthday

It seems many of the people I know have parents who bore easily in the June/July months.

Another birthday befalls us, today that of my dear MollyG, my oldest friend west of the Mississippi. I met Molly at our high school about a week after I moved to Denver. We traveled in the same group until I graduated, and as we all drifted apart it became abundantly clear that there was no drifting away from her. Through Ireland, through bumpy marriages, through kids and boyfriends and jobs and life we have grown closer. I loved her when we were sitting on a curb in Boulder laughing at stoners, I love her today when we wrangle children at birthday parties. I may only see her semi-annually, but we never loose whatever it is that makes us work. She makes me laugh and think and try. I admire her more than almost anyone I know, for her grace and wisdom and pride. She is a remarkable woman, and I am honored that she thinks I am worth even a moment of her time.

I say this all as I am standing her up for drinks on her 30th birthday. My oldest is sick, and I cannot justify leaving him with a sitter for cocktails. So please, pop on over to her blog or her other blog and leave a happy birthday comment. You only turn 30 once. But you turn 21 many, many times after that.

In closing, I would like to share with you what she wrote in my high school year book the year I graduated, the year she was a junior, far too many years ago:

Shanananananananananananananania!
I will miss you next year! Thank you for the free peep show all of
those years ago! Anyway-We need to get together this summer and get out
the records (What are they?) and listen to Janis Ian, Peter Gabriel, Alan
Parsons, Phil Collins (Mama!) fer sure. Someday we will. You are
truly a phyco frek! And also the one in a million set crew member
(that means you're the only one.) Bob Ross lives inside us
all
!

Much love, Molly
Mollafienda

bugs ain't half bad
if I were dead
get re-acquainted w/ cheesecake