In her shoes.

And they'd be Rainbow flip flops slipped onto feet with coral-painted toenails.  My friend is a rock star, I knew that much--but I learned so much more on my blink-of-an-eye trip to Tallahassee, Florida.  It's hot there.  And humid.  I felt right at home in the climate, almost as if I had time traveled back to my 18 years spent in Pittsburgh--except Florida's April is like Pittsburgh's August.  We talked for 48 hours straight.  So fast, we were interrupting each other.  I think we both had the fact that we only had 2 days and an evening together lurking over us the whole time and we had a lot of catch up to do.  We chatted and laughed and listened to one another's stories while changing diapers, warming up bottles, and chasing one toddler and 2 babies around from 7 am to 5 pm daily.  My best friend usually tackles the nanny task by herself--but I was there to help her.  Even though, I feel like she ended up helping me.  I picked up tips on how to help Greta use a spoon and how to be patient when life gets hard.  I didn't know I could stay up until 12:30.  Honest. I learned that there is life after babies go to bed.  I learned I could cook more.  And love more.  And laugh harder.  And cry more freely.  I learned that some pregnant women wear heels their entire pregnancy (okay, we learned that one from Bravo.)  I could and should get dressed every day, for me and for Chris.  I learned that as much as I feel like I do--I could do more for--for my family, for other people, for myself.   Because, my friend TOTALLY does double (or more) what I do in a day.

Of course I missed Chris and Greta.  And that was so good for me.  Every mother deserves an out-of-routine experience.  Maybe it is across the country.  Someplace warm.  With an acquaintance turned friend turned bff turned kindred spirit.  Go.  I promise you.  You need this, whoever you are.

More details about Meagan and I, and our days spent together here.