Let Her Be
It’s been months since I’ve last seen my college roommates and I can’t wait to catch up with them. We settle on a restaurant equidistant from us, as we are now scattered across the state. We decide this will be a “no kids” night, which makes me giddy with anticipation. We have seven kids between the three of us so a night out, a night with wine and girl talk and reminiscing, sounds blissful. Cathartic even.
Except I’m dreading the one question that I know I’ll get asked:
“When are you going to have another?”