"You have to come meet this girl at my church," my husband's best friend told him one day many years ago. "She is the female version of you."
According to Robert, he came and we were introduced, though I don't recall that first conversation.
The second conversation, however, got my attention.
I rode my ten speed to the store. As I was leaving, he was on the pay phone--if you can remember those.
"Hey!" he called to me, "don't we go to church together?
Because I am the youngest of eight, my parents and siblings have referred to me as the baby ever since I can remember.
I have ten kids. I have changed thousands of diapers, spent over a hundred hours in labor and been pregnant for approximately seven years of my life. But no matter what I do, to them I will always be the baby. I have never understood it. Until Hope came along.
It could be because I had her when I was closer to 50 than 40. Or maybe it's that the whole family dotes on her.