That night, I made my way into San Francisco proper where I had dinner with another cousin, Madonna, her husband Matt and their son Warren. Madonna is about 8 months and 3 weeks pregnant and if her water broke that night, I honestly can say that I would have
Instagrammed the magical moment... then gotten the hell out of there. (But super excited for them!)
Before I left, Cara and I got coffee and bagels from the local cafe (a true hipster place... sorry,
East Nasty) and went to a
local park to take in the
sights. In just a couple too-short hours, we caught up on life, love, dreams, goals -- all while enjoying the gorgeous view and perfect fall weather. Cara is one of my "gut girls" (a term I just coined tonight). We may not see each other often, but when we do, we go straight for the gut of our lives. No fluff or small talk, but musings about what really moves us and makes us weep. I cherish our friendship more than I can explain in a blog... or in person, for that matter.