February 6th is a date engrained in my head. Whether or not I actually know what day it is, as I seldom know the actual date on the daily, is another question.
It’s Katie’s birthday today. Katie is my oldest friend. We met in kindergarden when we were four years old. We’re 26 years old now, so in the fall that will mean we’ve known each other for twenty two years. Quite literally, we’ve known each other for most of our lives.
We stay in touch these days by random phone calls now and then, and the odd get together. And although we don’t get together as often as I would like, we easily pick up right where we left off.
We always try to remember to contact one another on our birthdays, no matter if it’s been a year since we’ve last talked.
I’ve attached a picture of us. I think we were in grade seven when this was taken.
There is a reason why I grew out my bangs, and will never have them again.
Also, I regret my scrapbooking phase. I sucked at it, and chopped up a bunch of my childhood photos to do it.