Meghan & Me… and our babies?!
Meghan is my cousin closest in age to me on my mom’s side. Growing up, I thought we didn’t have much in common. She was a daredevil. I was much more timid. Meghan wore pants at the family Christmas. I had to wear a dress. Meghan had really great bangs. Mine were less impressive.
Yet we spent almost every Christmas and Easter together, and usually a week or two over the summer, too. She took me out on a jet ski at her cabin (probably against my will), and we played Barbies at my house (probably against her will). We had braces at the same time. We celebrated birthdays together. We went to an outdoor Christian music festival and got into a mud fight together.
And then at some point when we weren’t paying attention… we both grew up, went to college, got married, and… had babies?!
Last Saturday, Ainsley and I went to a baby shower for Meghan and her daughter, Lainey Marie. Our daughters are about the same age apart as Meghan and I are. At the shower, there was a time when Meghan and I were changing our girls’ diapers in Meghan’s old bedroom. It was weird. And really wonderful.