It Takes A Village

Or so they say.

When I started writing this, It was Mother’s Day. I was just back in New York. I had spent the afternoon with my best friend, meeting the baby she had in the year since I’d seen her. And lucky us, we have a third! Mia! Brilliant, delightful, honest friend of a lifetime. Can you believe our good luck? I’m so proud to be in their little pod. Even though I live across the country now.

I think of us as a tripod - whenever someone’s coming up short and needs a little extra support, the other two are there. We’ll always be more or less stable, because we’re all in all of it together. There’s not a thing that happens to me that they don’t know about. They’re priceless.

When I landed in NYC on Sunday, I took my Uber straight from the airport for Emily’s house. And when I walked in, I burst into tears. The feeling of being back in the city, back with her, with her family, imagining my family there, imagining what our lives would look like if Covid hadn’t happened. Imagining what the three of us would be like if I also lived within walking distance, like they do.

Thinking about how essential to my life they are, and how nice it would be to lap at that pool on a regular basis, not just special occasions.