I have the best friend in the whole world. She's one of those amazing people who has more energy than six of the rest of us put together. She's the least selfish person I've ever met, and I like her anyway. Everyone who knows her considers her one of their very best friends - and that's a lot of people. She has an amazing way of making all those around her feel special and remembered and cared about.
Many of my most prized possessions are from her. The cello cross-stitch she made me in high school. The hand-made scrapbook of our high school years together (LONG before scrapbooking was "in"). The dozens of hand water-colored envelopes from long chatty letters in college. The beautiful hand-knit blanket made for my daughter. She gives so much. And frankly, from me, receives not nearly enough in return. There's no keeping up with her, but I'm worst than most. I'm pretty self-absorbed. I'm not at all crafty. I'm reserved - she's bubbly. I wish and wish I knew how to reciprocate, but again and again I fall short.
All I can give her is my love and my gratitude for all of the life we have shared together. Lots of changes, lots of tears, lots of laughs. I hope she always will be there for me, as I will always be for her.
Happy Birthday, my Carrie-friend. You are one-in-a-million.