I received a birthday card from my dear friend Caroline, who notes that we’ve known each other for twenty years now. Wow. Yes, since kindergarten in Daly City. (I wish I had pictures with me to scan in, but let’s all save ourselves some dignity. Oh, who am I kidding; we were cute little tykes.) We attended different middle schools, and then coincidentally reunited a couple of years later at the same high school in San Francisco. It was heartening to see a friendly face that first day, when as a wide-eyed freshman making a transition from public to private school, I had thought I wouldn’t know a soul. Those high school years were some good times.
We both have May birthdays; hers is a few days before mine. Happy birthday to you too, girl.
It hasn’t been quite twenty years for my kindergarten friend and me, but we have the same first name, which got us together in the first place. ‘Cept her last name is Burkhead, but hey… Lindseys rock.
That’s just so sweet, though. Friends like that are the best.