Happy Birthday to Kit the Wit
This my oldest, first, and Best Friend Forever.
Her name is Kit and we met when we were eleven years old.
She gave us nicknames then,
and mine was not too flattering but has stuck all these years.
She is Kit the Wit.
And I am Dort the Snort.
I call her Wit and she calls me Snort to this day and she will yell out to me in a store or other public place, “Hey SNORT! Come and look at this.”
I suppose people wonder about that, but I am so used to it I don’t notice.
We played paper dolls, jacks, rode bikes, stayed up all night giggling.
We went through the phases of our lives, first cars, first boyfriends, marriage, kids, aging.
And always laughter through it all.
We have stories to tell and memories to share about moon baths and sunburns and trying on her big sister’s clothes; about first loves and grown up relationships and raising sons.
She is still always late and I am always early. I am fussy neat and she is haphazard. Some things never change.
But I still learn from my friend – the meaning of patience and finding humor in the bizarre.
The thing about Wit is her kindness and her eternal sense of humor.
I don’t know anyone else her age who has a big collection of singing stuffed animals and who joyfully winds them all up to sing (not in harmony either) at the same time.
How I wish I could have been with Wit this June 16th for her birthday!
How I wish we could “spend the night” again one more time – talking and laughing, and laughing and laughing.
Once again, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY WIT! You are still my BFF. ”
Virginia Views 