Yesterday I had lunch with Sam, Jimmy and Matt at Jorge’s. My heart was full the whole time. How I have loved those boys. Matt I’ve neighbor-mommed since he was in first grade. Jimmy connected with us soon after his family moved to Texas when he was in middle school. And Sam--who as a teen was always careful to keep his friend circle separate from the parental circle--arranged this lunch. It made my day.

They drove to meet me in the very white Mitsubishi 1992 van that I drove them in for over 10 years. How strange is this life?