This is a special note to say, Happy 30th birthday to one of my oldest, dearest friends, Miss604. Iâ€™ve known Rebecca (Becky) for 25 years now, since we were five years old, when we met in Mlle. Dupontâ€™s morning Kindergarten class at Hjorth Road Elementary School in Surrey. A girl with golden curls and big blue eyes sat beside me on the orangey-brown carpet. She was holding keys. Like grown-up house keys. I said, â€œWhose are those?â€ She said, â€œTheyâ€™re mine.â€ I thought she was so cool and I knew we had to be friends.
And we did. Becky and I were inseparable from that point on. From science projects, to burying letters to ghosts, to a trip to France at 14, to sitting on studentsâ€™ councilâ€”we did everything together. It was always Becky and Michelle, Michelle and Becky; most of the time, it felt like we were one.
Except when it came to January 9th, when Becky would turn a whole new number in age, six months ahead of me. It was always such a shock and a reminder that we were growing up. I remember when Becky was turning 10 years old, I called her and said, â€œI canâ€™t believe youâ€™re 10.â€ Double digits seemed unfathomable to me at the time.
Since then, Iâ€™ve been calling her up and saying the same thing (â€œI canâ€™t believe your turning…), only inserting the new, appropriate age. But more than anything, this tradition is a reminder to me of how lucky I am to know such a wonderful person: beautiful and strong, hard-working and thoughtful, loyal and trustworthy, someone who would have your back no matter what. And forever, my best friend.
Happy birthday Becky! I canâ€™t believe youâ€™re turning….30!