One of my closest friends, who also happens to be a 2nd cousin, now lives in San Francisco. Let’s call her Lisa, since that is her name. (Lisa lived in DC for a few years and she and I never, ever got into trouble together. We stayed home and sewed quilts most of the time, abstaining from alcohol and other potentially questionable activities.)
Anyway, Lisa was also in Colorado when we were there. Just so happens she had a work-related conference that overlapped with the baby naming mentioned in this post. So, Lisa and I got to spend time together and our children met for the first time. It was momentous, wonderful, and a bit sad all at the same time. Momentous because she and I are both happily married (relatively) with children. (Hello?! When did THAT happen?) Sad mostly because we can’t do it every weekend (and I have the cellphone bill to make-up for it).
And because neither one of us ever met a photo of ourselves that met with 100% approval, here instead is a photo of our children: