Not only is this an anniversary of a day that will “live in infamy” this is also a day that I will forever be grateful for.

My friend Heather was born on this day a certain amount of years ago (don’t worry Chun, I won’t give away your age.) We don’t talk a lot but when we do, it’s as if there have been no lapses in time.  We’ve known each other since we were in middle school.  She was the gorgeous, tall, willowy, blonde friend that I always envied.  While she felt awkward about her strikingly good looks, I always thought she was one of the most beautiful women in the world. I still do.

And it’s not just because she’s aesthetically pleasing.

Heather’s always there for me when I need her.  Always has been.  No matter how much time passes between us.  No matter what’s transpired between us.

She’s a wife, a mother, a sister, a daughter, and a best friend.

I love you, Heather.  Happy Birthday!

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