24. She’s 24 now. I don’t remember when it started. I think it might have been when she was 16.
That’s what, 8 years? That’s eight Decembers that have had a McGrady party. Eight times I’ve prayed for, had cake with, and celebrated a good friend.
I remember the bowl of nacho cheese that she struggled to eat on a dare. I remember the times she would be leaving or just be coming back from changing lives over seas. I remember the times all her college friends came up. I remember the time she flaunted her beautiful bald head.
Decembers aren’t Decembers without three things. Christmas, New Years, and her birthday.