36-hour-playdate

 Kindred spirits, circa 1982.

30 years later: kin of kindred spirits, kindred spirits too.

It was beyond lovely to have Libby and Anya here for a 36-hour-straight-playdate. Here's some of what happened: hotel-bed jumping, clothes-swapping, watercolor-face-painting, sculpture-scaling, building-climbing, bike rack-hurdling, plates of pasta bigger than our heads, late-night milkshakes from a building no wider than my wingspan, mandolin-music-dancing, sprinkler-jumping, and dinosaur bones. Anya gave Anna the socks right off her feet. Such a gift to get be mamas together for a day and a half, after all these years, to watch our girls and laugh our heads off and talk and talk and talk, just exactly like we did way back when.