ode to magoo

happy birthday dear friend. who is my sister. not by blood. not by marriage. but by experience. life experience and invested time. love. tears. joys. everything that a special bond is made up of. mixed together. since seventh grade, we have had lists (literal lists on receipt paper) of things that we have done together. silliness. strangeness. things i would probably never do again and things that i wish i could roll back time just to have one last ride. this picture just slaps a smile right across my face every time i see it.


mostly because i can't believe that our paths have brought us here. here where she is holding one of my baby girls. here where i know her little man, big ben, is just in the other room. here where our experience has brought us together as mommies. with fantastic husbands. our little families are growing together.

my dear magoo, i pray, hope and dream with you. today on your birthday i reflect fondly on our memories together. with anticipation of where we will continue. because i know that we will always be. a large impression on the heart does not form back so easily. and you are that impression on my heart. i love you beautiful sister. happy birthday.