Jen is one of my oldest friends. We've been through everything together: high school, college, boyfriends, breakups, you name it. I'm not entirely sure what makes us click as friends because from the outside, we seem pretty different. Except we share the exact same sense of humor: a really stupid one. I don't think other people get us. And I'm pretty sure everyone else around is irritated when we are together. I love her like a sister.
Despite not living in the same city since basically college, we see each other pretty often. Usually. A couple years ago Jen planned her own wedding and during that time, I frequently and happily made almost three hour drive between Beverly Hills and San Diego to help out. It was fun but I think I got a little burnt out.
Then we both got busy. I was in a new relationship, traveling a little, and settling into our new beach house. She was settling into married life, traveling a lot, and getting preggers. Then I dropped the ball. She and her husband welcomed baby Cole last September and I kept putting off the visit down to say hello to the little guy. The holidays came and went, and still I hadn't visited. Oh, I had a million great excuses: busy planning the wedding, going out of town, family coming to visit, need a break from hectic weekends, work is stressful, and boy is that drive LOOONG.
Okay, here's where the math lesson comes in: because I moved 20 miles south, I am 1 hour closer to San Diego. Which means this loooong drive of almost three hours is really only and hour an 45 minutes. I really did not think of that. Not really a drive worth whining about. Got it. Thank you, Jen, for pointing this out to me yesterday.
Anyway, the drive doesn't matter anymore. They just moved to Orange County. Whatever.
Bottom line: I finally met Cole and he is adorable. He immediately reached out when I offered to hold him, was completely chill and unfussy, and has the cutest expression of curiosity and wonder on his face 90% of the time.
Ah, Jen. Great question...
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