My birthday was yesterday (I turned 35) and my friend hosted a birthday happy hour for me. There were about 15 people there. New friends - like J, A, and A. Old friends - like L, C, G and S. I looked around and thought how blessed and loved I am that all these people would come out to celebrate with me.
These are people who love and care about me. Many of them have stood by me through my marriage, the end of it, this most recent heartbreak and all the mindless things I have done (and am about to do) afterwards. They have seen me at my best. They have seen me at my worst (bawling like a baby at The Cure concert - sorry G). And they still give of their time and heart to me. They text me to make sure I'm OK after a particularly bad evening. They are protective of me.
I am so lucky, so privileged to have found all these people. Without them I'd have nothing, with them I have everything.
Take care dear readers, I am loved.
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