Affectionate embarrassment - Happy Birthday Mike

So because I am in Timor, I am far away from more people than usual (ok... everyone, except Matt), and I can’t celebrate anyone’s birthdays with them. Because I’m also doing this blog this year, I thought it would be fun (in that embarrassing-other-people manner of fun, haha) to note people’s birthdays with their very own blog entry. I will try to make up for anyone I have missed.

I admit I also think it is kind of an interesting thing to do, to tell people what you appreciate about them. I think most people see you differently to the way you see yourself – at least, it’s usually that way for me, ms oblivious – and I hope that nobody suffers too much embarrassment from having me write about them here. If you are uncomfortable about anything I write in an entry about you, let me know and I’ll take it down.

So here is the first one I’m doing…

Happy 27th birthday Mike!

I have been privileged – or unfortunate enough, ha – to know Mike for his entire life, because our parents were friends when we were born and have maintained that friendship to this day (indeed, our dads were friends before they met our mums). The 16 days between our birthdays have been made to account for differences in personality, maturity and now encourage insults about numbers of wrinkles. I count Mike as my official ‘oldest friend’, although really he and his family are more like rellies, in that they have always been around, and I couldn’t escape them if I tried! Not that I want to… I’m just trying to illustrate the relationship between our families.

It is really something to know someone for your and their whole life. While Mike and I sometimes clash (he and my brother get on better, at least), I know that like my brother he would help me any time I needed it.

Happy birthday dude.