A friend is five

Josie is five. I met her for the first time shortly after Hen was born when her mom stopped by with dinner. It was the same day I met her mom. I can't believe it has already been five years. I can't believe it has only been five years. How is it that time moves so quickly and so slowly at the same time? I can't believe we used to meet and talk and our kids did nothing except occasionally babble. Now, those same kids are talking - boy howdy, are they talking - and jumping and moving and laughing and crying and running and playing. Hen already has plans to marry two girls and live in the Mexico. Where does the time go?