It’s been over twelve years since Jen and I met. Believe it or not, I have a picture of her from every single year since.
My, oh my, how the times have changed.
For better or worse, we’re kind of stuck together for an indeterminate amount of time, thanks to the state of the country in which we live in.
But there are far, far worse things in life, and I’m not at all really discomforted the way things are.
Jen’s more than a friend to me, and in many ways, more family to me than members of my own family.
One way or the other, life would be a lot more boring without her in it.
Happy Birthday Jen, living proof that some things, do get better with age. (No matter how much you bitch about it.)
