Stefani, Pacific Palisades, California
Stefani, Pacific Palisades, California
Two little yellow hats. Two little swimsuits covered in a daisy pattern. Two of the cutest babies ever to exist on this world or any other.
“Stop making goo-goo eyes at my girls and get them in the car. I want to get there before they eat all the cake.” Carmen, my housemate and best friend in the universe, put a bottle of ultra-protection, baby and coral-reef-safe, sunscreen into her bag. In the hall behind her, Henry wrestled with the umbrella-like beach canopy we would stake down in the sand once the obligatory mingling and chatting had been handled.
and“Stefani! The babies are going to be late to their own party!” Carmen’s voice echoed from an open door that led into the garage.
“Coming!” I finished buckl
