She was my daughter's classmate.
Her father was a softball coach (not my son's)
and I used to see her
at my son's games.
Many years have passed since those days.
But I still think of her often.
So glad she and my daughter connected
when she was in Chicago.
It's always good to keep friends
even though miles separate you.
Happy birthday, Denice.
Keep riding the ironing board
and lying about your age.
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