Is It Hereditary?

My sweet babies and I are in the deep, deep South for Easter break this week.  We are visiting family and friends and loving every minute of it.

My lifelong BFF is Ya Ya.  She has a name, but I don't use it.  We have been friends since second grade and have been through everything together. Absolutely everything.  She was my lamaze coach with The Athlete and I was there when her daughter was born.  She is family to me in ways that sometimes even my family isn't.  I carry her in my heart every single day and miss her so much.

My little gang spent the better part of the past weekend with Ya Ya and her baby girl.  Our daughters are a year apart and each have minds of their own.  It was a gamble to throw them together, but we should never have been worried.  For two and a half days they dressed up, sang, laughed and played like they'd been friends forever.

Is it possible that there's a Ya Ya gene?

Those two little girls in my Mama's front yard reminded us an awful lot of some other little girls we knew once upon a time . . .

Friends are relatives you make for yourself.  -Eustache Deschamps