She is one of my friends that I haven't yet given a nickname.
It will come in time though. I promise.
Can you guess how old she is?
Guess quickly though, because I am going to tell you in the next sentence or so.
(Don't be mad, Ashley).
She turned 30 the other day.
That makes me feel old.
I have friends that are 30 years old. Weird.
And the only reason that makes me feel old is because that means I am almost 30. I never thought I'd get to 30. Heck, I feel like I just graduated from high school.
We had a little "it's your birthday" get-together.
These days, when you are approaching 30, 30 years old and 30+, get-togethers include the kiddies.
Of course, the rockstar gave an amazing operatic rendition of Happy Birthday To You before the candles were blown out.
The rockstar doesn't really hold babies. Ever. Not because he doesn't like them, he just considers them to be very fragile, precious little things and he leaves the "holding" job to the actual parents. My dearest Ashley decides to hand her four month old to the rockstar. He had no say in it.
"Here, hold my baby for a sec," she says.
"Ok," he says.
"He's holding a baby!!" I say.
I run like the wind and grab my camera.
There won't be much time.
Almost have it.
And at that SAME exact second, this big giant hand (Ashley's husband, to be exact) flies right in front of the way as I'm attempting to capture this rare moment in history.
But before I know it, the baby has already been passed on to another person and the moment is over.
Cook her dinner?
Babysit her kids?
I gotta work up to that one.
Some friends are just better, I guess.
Happy 30th, old lady.
And by OLD, I mean AWESOME.