A bunch of you know that, prior to mothering approximately a gazillion smallish people, I was a nanny for a decade. And one of my all-time favorite families had a little girl named Julia. Whom I met in an airport while stranded on my way back home to my newly chosen city of Chicago.
This is what we looked like way back in the early days of our friendship.
We took selfies before “selfie” was even a thing.
And when Julia’s sister Lily came along, I immediately fell for this bundle of hilarity and sunshine.
Except- she did not like this part of my wedding. AT. ALL.
Instead of a traditional flower girl, Julia (along with my two nieces) acted as a “bubble girl-” a really important job.
Roughly a year and a half later, I introduced Nora to this crew: suddenly, I had a lot of help at work. (And blondies.)
Two years later, Susannah joined the gang. The team was thrilled.
But then this wonderful family moved to London. They moved. However, my ever-growing family descended upon their summer vacationings in Maine. I suddenly had enough help for both of my children.
They really were good enough to share their beach with me.
And recently, they came to meet Jasper. (And, you know, see their family and friends in Chicago. But- Jasper.)
And now? This girl- the one who kicked off the whole shebang- is wholly, completely taller than me.
Which is fine.
And when she comes back to take care of my children in a few years, I’ll tell her so.
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