The best part of my birthday does not center on me.
The best part of my birthday is it's also one of my anniversaries. I'm lucky to have two anniversaries.
The best part of my birthday is that for decades this day represents the anniversary of one of the most important days in my life. Today is the anniversary I found my best friend, the foundation of who I am and how I got here.
Today is the anniversary of the day Carlye and I officially became best friends.
I can never write enough about how I was made better the day we met.
I can never write enough about how Carlye and her family made me feel like I belonged.
I can never write enough about how Carlye and I survived NYC together: being briefly homeless at midnight on Octoher 30, 1985; living in what we called 'the hovel' in a six floor walk-up on the East Side; waiting tables and auditioning, and waiting tables and auditioning; getting to opening nights; getting through funerals; getting through illnesses - hers and mine.
I could all go on and on. But I'll leave it at that - for now.
The best part of my birthday does not center on me.
Happy birthday to me, and happy anniversary Carlye.
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