It's Lydia's birthday today. She's 40. When Lydia turned 18, I put a sign up at our boarding school in the dining room that everyone who came to breakfast that morning saw.
It said, "Happy Birthday to Lydia and her glorious boobs!"
Why? Because Lydia would constantly tell me just how glorious they were. She loved to stand in front of the mirror naked and admire her breasts. She would tell me that one day I would walk into a museum and find them hanging on a wall, immortalized for all to enjoy for the rest of time.
Lydia should have been NakedLydia. Had I known then what I know now, I would have called her that.
So today she turns 40. We've been best friends since we were in boarding school. I love her dearly. Oh so dearly. She knows that I am the person she can call at 4 in the morning and I will not only answer the phone, I will get on the plane and do my best to do whatever it is that she needs.
I also know that she'll do the exact same for me.
So happiest birthday, Lydia Jane. I know you still have the most glorious boobs. Ever.
Edited to add: By the way, I'll scrounge around tonight and see if I can find a picture of Lydia. I know I have one in an old yearbook at the very least. Where that is? Who knows? But I'll see what I can find. Lydia deserves to be immortalized on the Internet. It doesn't seem that there are any pictures of her here yet...that I can find anyway.
