Raise your Cheers or Cheers Too martini glass full of a beverage of your choice (I'll be slurping DC from a Big Gulp) for a toast to Deb on her 27th birthday:
I met you in 1990 when we were babies. Matt was smitten and I was happy that he found someone so deserving of his big tender heart. He was away at school, but his absence had made our hearts fonder of each other, and I actually missed the big brother that tormented me for so so many years.
There was that fun roadtrip to Baltimore - Inner Harbor, the Aquarium, Camden Yards Stadium, and a less than memorable dinner at Phillips. Fights over naptime on the couch. A few Susquehanna/Bucknell escapades. You were one of the first to see Taylor and one of the first to hold her, too. The trip to Tennessee where we confided in each other that we were both trying to get pregnant, little did I know I already was and you soon were, also too.
So much of what we've shared has been across many miles. Our daily emails from "work" documented every hiccup, heart burn episode, and craving while Lydia and Mason were incubating. IM/email/phone therapy not to mention Dyson and Bissell hotline support.
Lots of good times have been shared in person: Christmas with the masses, weddings, reunions, lunches at the Pantry, Rock N' Bowl, baby, anniversary dinners on the 'rents (win-win, I say), DQ, Chase eating my non-egg-free rolls (NOT good times), Humboldt, beach trips. The overnight in Wellman still makes me laugh out loud. Your trip to San Diego just to help me and my 8 month pregnant self paint my whole house and we went to the pool in the rain because you were going to wear that new swim skirt, gosh darn it! And I (read Jerry) returned the favor when he painted your hallway and staircase.
So many times when I would have given anything to be there in person: your miscarriage, your 60 mile walk, the birth of your sons, Christmas '96, '00, '03, '06 and '08! The times when I don't know what to say, but saying nothing isn't an option, when a hug would suffice and a shoulder to cry on would be nice. Living in D.C. would have had the perk of being just 1 1/2 hours away, but being next door is really where my Ugly Mom hole in the crotch of the inside out pants wearin' unshowered oreo overeating self wants to be.
My words don't do justice to the remarkable woman, friend and sister that you are. Thanks for so many great memories and for your sense of humor that totally makes my day.
Happy Birthday!
5 comments:
We love you Deb! Happy Birthday!
What a great tribute Sara xo
Awww, thanks! Except for the picture. What's up with that!?! I would have preferred the one from Myrtle Beach 10 years ago when I was at least within 30 pounds of you.
I just realized I've known you for half my life. Dag, were we really, like, just 15 and 18 when we met? And now we're, like, not.
Ahh, yes, the swim skirt. I was way ahead of fashion with that, and I can promise I shall never be seen in anything but a swim skirt for ever and all time henceforth and heretofore, even if I have to piece 17 bikini bottoms together with duct tape and staples to make it myself.
For my Birthday Saturday, I'll be slurping a pomegranate martini in my Cheers Also Too glass. And cleaning the house top to bottom, because it's so gross that it's even beyond my Ugly standards. I'm also mouring the 6 inches of snow that we were promised that is now just a pathetic dusting. Then for my Birthday Sunday, mom is taking the boys for their annual trip to the PA Farm Show to see the rodeo, butter sculputure and other fascinating examples of the farm experience, just so that I don't have to. Now THAT'S a gift!
Whilst the children are permanently soaking up the smells of farm life into their clothing, I'm hoping Matt will take me furniture shopping, so that we can slip and slide off of every piece of furniture in all of central Pee-yay. Not that I will be able to make a decision and ever get any.
Indeed, we have had some super fun times, you and me. And some that were super stinky, for which I was thankful to have you to lean on.
Did I mention that THE HOUSE NEXT DOOR is for sale? I swear I am not making that up.
Sara, you forgot to mention just how fabulously she rocks a side pony while wearing a wide black stretchy belt and red Sandy slides... definitely worth a mention!
We love you, Bed!
Here, here!
Ah, Bed. You're so Awesome. Sara's tribute says a lot, but one could never really sum up your awesomeness in just one blog post. Happy Birthday, you crazy kid!
Not much more to add. Except that you're the first person I thought of when I found out that Miles was breach and they said the word "version." I remembered the look on your face when you picked up Mason at my mom's house after the attempt at a version with Chaser. Oh dear.
So many good times (the version not being one of them) and the best part is knowing that there are many more to come. Because, geez. You're only 27!
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