Three years ago, we were already best friends. And yet, we didn't celebrate your birthday together. And I don't know why. If I could go back in time and celebrate with you, I totally would. (Also this was the year you put a beach in my house for my birthday so I need to do something just as awesome for you. Call the Doctor.)
Two years ago, you were in Australia and I had just gotten Facebook just to talk to you every single day. I wrote you a very long post, describing how much I missed you.
One year ago, I sent you a mix CD. They are some of your favorite gifts. I also bought a ticket to see you. It was one of the best decisions I ever made.
And this year, the first year that we've celebrated your birthday together since becoming best friends, we went bowling. We were dressed up. We laughed gaily.
Remember that first time we cried on each others' shoulders sarcastically? That moment captures past and present us perfectly: supporting each other while still being able to laugh hysterically every moment of every day.
Remember all those trips to McDonalds? And those times backstage? And those Skype conversations? And those million inside jokes? And the crazy looks that adults give us? And everything else?
Of course you do.
After looking at "our friendship" on Facebook or all the pictures taken of us, I am overwhelmed by us. We win. Enough said.
I love that I cry when I say goodbye to you even for just a week, that you lecture me on the evils of diet soda, that we complete each others' very thoughts, that I am in awe of your dog training skill, that we fit into each others' wardrobes, that you have actress quirks, that I LOVE YOUR DOG, that you take my advice on what books to read, that we call each other first when we want to cry or laugh, that we talk through movies together, that you are the fucking strongest person I know and essentially everything else about you. Even while writing that run-on sentence (I hope you can excuse my poor grammar just this once) I thought of a million other things that I love about you.
But mostly, especially, I love that I have such an amazing friendship with a person that I love, admire, and respect every day, and I know that we will have this same relationship in 50 years.
You are the only one who will ever love me and I don't ever forget it.
Happy birthday to you, sweet friend of mine. I can't wait to spend the next 50+ years doing everything we do right now.
Love,
Lady Brett Ashley
From this...
to this.
From this (in ugly dresses)...
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