Survivors

We survived the 80s.

We survived big hair.

We survived bad breakups.

Heck, we even survived Chuck E. Cheese’s yesterday.

Whimzie and I had plans for celebrating our 40th birthdays together with a girls’ getaway weekend, but we couldn’t quite make that happen this year, so we decided to make the last two days count.

We stayed up late, made Christmas cornbread to go with our red beans and rice, wandered the bookstore, laughed and cried.

And somewhere in that mix of joy and grief, I realized that through all that life brought our way in our thirties (and between the two of us, we’ve pretty much run the gamut), amazingly, our friendship had survived.

And thrived.

Here’s to our 40s, friend.

Cue the Gloria Gaynor.