Who is this friend? It's my youth. My younger years. My pre-middle-age.
That's right folks, I turn forty tomorrow and I'm pretty sad to be leaving my thirties behind. But hey, time waits for no man, right? I guess I'm lucky to still have these rugged good looks.
With it being my fortieth and all, I thought I'd give you a list. We bloggers love these lists, right? The big question is what kind of list to give you.
I've been thinking about it these last few days, and in the end I decided that it would be a happy list. A really happy list. A list of the things that make me smile, things that I love, things that bring me joy.
1. Waking up in Paris, never gets old.
2. American Boy, the song, not the Floridian.
3. But while I'm at it, Florida Boy also makes the list
4. My 5 year old niece and her curiously well formed opinions
5. My 7 year old nephew and his big heart
6. Dancing to seventies disco classics
7. French toast, with maple syrup
8. A hairy chest on a handsome man
9. A cold beer with a view of the sunset
10. Trainers/sneakers - all of them
11. The Air France Lounge at Roissy 2E
12. Thorntons Continental
13. Overnight train journeys
14. Massaman curry at the Thai Rainbow
15. My Mom and all of her little foibles and idiosyncracies
16. Yes sir, I can boogie
17. Gin and Tonic, with a squeeze of lemon
18. Big C and nights out being stupid
19. New glasses, choosing them, buying them, wearing them
20. Late night taxi rides in foreign cities
21. Holding hands with someone I love
22. The DumbAss Yank and his ropey Aussie accent
24. Falling in love with a book
26. McVities Digestives
27. Friends meeting me at the airport
28. Free upgrades. Anytime, anywhere
30. The Fierce People and their Paris madness
31. Arguing about what rocks with my Lovely Dutch/Welsh friend
32. Café Crème, rue de Birague
33. Trocadéro at sunrise
34. The first view of the sea
35. Sex, of course
36. Weekends in foreign cities on my own
38. My Friends
39. My Family
40. My Life
I realise I'm lucky. I realise that I have everything I could wish for.
So many things on my list are just luxuries that make life great, but you know what?
You could take them all away and leave me just my friends.
I'd still be the luckiest guy on earth.
My life is good and complete because of my friends.
Without them, it'd be an empty shell, an idea of a life, a life unlived.
I know that the good times are officially here. Instead of hoping for better things round the corner, I'm just going to ask that things stay as good as they are at the moment.
Whilst I mourn the passing of my thirties, I step into my forties as a happy, lucky, smiling man.
Really. How great is that?