There's something about seeing the person who has been your closest friend since seventh grade hold your baby girl in her arms, while she herself is six months pregnant. You realize that she's been there for all of it, the whole time--and that life moves at the speed of lightening. One minute, you are crushing on boys, sneaking off to smoke cigarettes, backpacking through Europe. The next minute, you're all grown up--and a little beaten up from all of the life and the loss. Now you're responsible for these tiny human beings; these breathtakingly fragile little people who came from your very bodies...who will crawl and then walk through this big, bad and beautiful world--hopefully with a best friend who is as extraordinary as mine.