Abigail

Day 140 

Today is my friend Abigail’s birthday. Kind of. You see, she’s one of the .0684 percent of the world’s population that had the great privilege of being born on a leap year day, 29 February. But that’s not the ONLY thing that makes this girl, celebrating her 5.75 birthday today, special. She is one of the kindest people I know. She is a true and dear friend.

We lived across the hall from each other in college and met our first night at Moody: after a long day of orientation, we were hanging out in the plaza, tired, acting seriously goofy. And somehowly, we just clicked. For the next 2.5 years as I finished school, our friendship grew. We had our nicknames – she became “Big”(as in aBIGail), I was “Gangsta”. We had our fun moments, our serious moments, our crying moments (yeah, mostly me), our laughing moments (I rarely laugh as much as when I’m with Abigail and our roommates, Bethany and Danielle). Last June, I had the honor of being there in Ohio for the moment when she FINALLY married her Karl.

One of my favorite memories of Abigail is getting “tucked in”. She’d come into my room and tuck me in, then sit down and we’d talk. It was dark and quiet – well, if you didn’t count the frequent amulance and fire truck sirens blaring past on LaSalle or Chicago Ave. At any rate, it was a special time with my friend to talk about whatever was on our minds. And every night as she walked out the door, I’d say, “Hey Big, where we going?”

“Heaven.”

That’s right, Big. That’s right.

Happy birthday, girl. I love you.