It’s not every day life gives you a good friend, let alone a great friend, and certainly not a best friend. So when one of mine has a birthday, I do my level fucking best to help make it special.
Al is one of those people so important to me, and we share nearly everything. And I do mean everything. For instance I call him most days while taking my morning dump. And together we sit, discuss life, and enjoy our first emulation of the day.
You know you have something amazing when you can facetime and poop together. That’s friendship distilled to it’s greatest and simplest sum.
I remember when Al and I first met, we went out to dinner with our respective partners. I recall telling Daddy on the way home that while I loved Dan, his partner, Al was a bit much. Who would have guess that we would become so close, dare I say fucking sister-wives.
Al, I am so fucking lucky to have you in my life. I hope you have a great birthday, and I can not wait till we get a chance to be fabulous together at the detriment of our Daddy-bears.
I love you boo-boo, and in case I didn’t make my point…Happy Birthday!
