It’s funny how time flies. Here I am. I’ve been living in California now for 15 months, in my childhood bedroom. Today, we learned that we’ll be signing a lease for a new apartment tomorrow. And since I’ve come here, I’ve become a mother. of an 11 month old. Who acts like she’s two. How is it that we moved from NYC 2.5 years ago when I still feel like a New Yorker in my veins?? How is it that in 11 months, my baby went from being a helpless, fragile, needy little shrivelly package to a robust little girl, walking tentatively around the house as if by accident, fake laughing at all my bad jokes, pining over doggies, with a sense of humor revealing itself to be so similar to my own? Now take that, multiply it by years, and add more babies, life changes, loves of lives, and here we are. I hadn’t seen Jennifer since maybe high school graduation 13 YEARS AGO. What??? How did we get here? And still, how did we manage to do all this stuff before we met again?? She’s got two beautiful boys and a strapping husband. And they are an awesome family. I’m so grateful I got to take a peek into their lives, seeing that really tall girl with braces from junior high that I was such good friends with is now a mother (with great teeth!) of two handsome boys.