My best friend is sixty-seven today. Happy birthday honey! Hope I get to blog about many more.
Gary was born in Taft, California. It’s a tiny desert community that very few people have heard of and even fewer have actually seen. He grew up on a ranch in the same general area of the valley that I did. We have a lot in common and some familiar experiences and memories. However, we also have a lot of differences. He is seven years older. His family had money. They owned their ranch. He had a tiny family. He had a step-sister. He was raised by his grandmother and a step-mother. He has always loved fast things- motorcycles, cars, boats, etc. He was in the Navy. So we have always had lots to talk about and compare.
We’ve spent thirty-eight years talking and comparing and sharing experiences. It’s been a roller coaster of highs and lows. We’ve starved and eaten in fine restaurants together. We’ve cried and laughed and prayed together. We’ve each sat anxiously by the hospital bed of the other, Gary more often than me. We’ve worked together, played together, and traveled together. We’ve moved twenty nine times together, in three states. We’ve raised three children and are now the proud grandparents of three more. God has blessed us with some stability and security in our old age and we are grateful and happy.
So I celebrate with Gary today and we will do some more celebrating Friday night when he doesn’t have to work. It’s a wonderful thing to be old!