But our friends Elizabeth and Michael rolled out a different red carpet when they threw their daughter Ruby a Red Carpet Birthday Party. It was a celebration of childhood, individuality and friendship.
While the kids indulged in chocolate decadence inside, Michael was busy in the backyard getting the cement the perfect consistency for Chinese-theater-inspired handprints. Yes, they thought of everything.
Just yesterday I visited a one-day old Ruby-red baby in the hospital. I fumbled with an aspirator bulb, awestruck by our courageous new parent friends. Eighteen months later we had Pearl. Our girls have been best friends ever since.
I just want to press pause on this movie. Slo-mo. No grown-up clothes. Step away from them with that makeup brush. I want chocolate on their faces and scabs on their knees and playdoh in their fingernails. Forever.
Oh, it’s Martinelli’s sparkling apple juice. That’s fine. But slow down. We don’t need anyone hopped up on fructose before bedtime.
Or maybe we do.