My best friend Laurel had her second baby this weekend.
We’ve been friends for 33 years, since I was 5 and she was 4. We still talk every single day, either over email or text and sometimes on the actual phone.
At about 3 a.m. Saturday, I got a text saying she thought she was in labor.
At about 4 a.m., I got up and started replying to her. We texted back and forth for an hour, and then I headed out to do my long run. The entire time, I thought about her. (And for at least 6 miles, Erica and I shared labor and delivery stories while poor Chris had to listen.) Her first labor and delivery had gone fairly quickly for a first time, and second babies often come even faster.
After I got home, this photo came through my text messages:
Are you not in love?? Look at that happy, glowing, gorgeous mama. And that perfect, brand-new baby.
My heart is bursting with love for her, and her family. (OK, and I am a little envious — labor and delivery was pretty much the coolest thing I’ve ever done. I loved every minute of it. Honestly. It’s so awesome!)
Laurie and I are as close as, sometimes closer, than sisters.
Welcome to the world, beautiful Ruby James.
Happy nursing, fussing, diaper-changing, no-sleeping joy.