happy birthday, nadina!

It's been a long time, my friend. Count it: for over 10 years I've been a totally lucky and humbled gal to call you my friend, Nadina. Through the awkward formative years, the innocent ones, to driving around aimlessly, to Ain't No Mountain High Enough, to Paris, and now New York, New York, it appears we can't really get rid of each other. I wouldn't have it any other way. And on your very special day, I wish you nothing but perfect bites and sips the whole day through. You can guarantee I'll make sure that happens. Here's to hoping our dramatic and wholly embarrassing home movies never end up in the wrong hands. I've got a future I'm vying for. Pretty sure you do too. And it's not on daytime Soaps.

Celebrate, YOU. Love, love, love.