Happy Birthday LS!

We are complicated people and I love that we share that. Your mac may be black and mine may be white, but we understand that the world is not that way. We are not that way.

I love that we can talk about postmodernism one minute and farting the next, Catholicism then bikini lines. We share a favorite study room in the library, pew at church, and booth at Carey's. We have been backpacking together in 7 European countries and we've lived in a big brick house with 60 other women on Clark St. We laugh about nuns. We gasp at Law and Order plot lines. We cry at Disney movies. You get me in a way that is rare and much appreciated.

Today it's your birthday, and I hope that you feel loved. Because you are. SO loved. Happy Birthday!

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