early morning phone calls

When my phone rings at six o'clock in the morning, I know it's Elorie calling. We've been chatting over coffee in the wee hours of the morning for years. We talk about cake baking and sewing techniques and our "mutual quest for self improvement" ( I dare you to find an adult ed class that at least one of the two of us hasn't attempted). And this morning, when she called, she reminded me that it's been almost exactly eight years since we first met, both of us pregnant with our first children, at a prenatal yoga class. How appropriate that she only realized it herself while engaging her mulabunda at yoga last night (please don't ask me what a mulabunda is or how one might go about engaging it - my yoga days are over).
Soooo..... I just wanted to say happy eight years of early mornings, El! Thank goodness for free long distance calling. And that picture up above? Well, that once vaguely resembled the two of us, before my hair was was shorter, and her hair was blonder.

xoxo