Ten years ago, my beautiful friend Carolyn turned thirty. She had told us that the last party she had was when she was five, and it was such a catastrophe her mother vowed to never throw her another one. So, to celebrate the old age calamity that is thirty, we threw her a six year old barbie party, complete with a beautiful barbie princess cake. I remember that at the time her mother told her something like, "Wow. They must really like you."
Now, her mother is gone. Her mother in law is gone. She has three sweet boys. And she is navigating the slings and arrows of her outrageous fortune with the characteristic grace and charm that defines her.
Happy birthday, my dear sweet friend.
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