Today is Pretty Riki’s birthday!
Longtime Rail readers know that I’ve talked about my friend Riki a lot. She’s like the big sister I never had. You’d be forgiven if you imagined Riki to be a year or two older than I am, but she’s actually got closer to two decades on me. But you wouldn’t know it from looking at her.
About a week ago, Riki and I were talking about her upcoming birthday. She told me the number doesn’t faze her a bit. She’s proud of her age.
And she should be! I told her at the the time, and I’ll tell all of you today that I hope to have packed my years with as much living as Riki has packed into hers. She’s done amazing things and she’s truly an inspiration to me.
Riki didn’t have the easiest of childhoods, she had her wild adolescent years. She traveled, she sang with a band (that was featured on MTV back when that stood for music television), she lived in New York and Los Angeles. She picked herself and overcame. She has two beautiful and talented daughters with her loving husband. She cared for her mom when she was ailing. And I have no doubt there are many, many more stories I haven’t heard.
When I met Riki, I had no idea what an important role she would play in my life. There are plenty of times when I crave nothing more than a walk around Green Lake or a Red Burger with Riki. Happy birthday, Riki! Love ya!
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.