I still remember the first time I hung out with Deirdre. We were at a work party and a colleague told me “Hey – you pronounce it ‘Deer-dra’ not ‘Dee-dra’.” After that faux pas, I didn’t know what Deirdre would think of me.
Well, that was four years ago. Since then, we have shared countless pet-sitting duties, Mojo Fish Tacos, work assignments, bottles of wine, religious conversations, tears, and laughs. She has even come to love my husband as her “brain twin.”
I love you, Deirdre. May everyone be as kind-hearted, funny, successful, and cute as you are on their birthday. Happy 30. Welcome to the Jesus Years.