Time will tell

I worked late tonight and didn’t feel much like writing anything else, so I opened up my Google drive and found this Valentine I wrote to myself four years ago. 

Dear Me,

I know you were disappointed in 8th grade when your best friend was the only person who gifted you a Valentine's carnation. Check this out. You're 45 now, and she's STILL your best friend.

That's love.

Anyway, she’s still my bestie, and her 50th birthday party is this weekend. Suffice to say, I’ve been up to no good.