It now seems like forever ago that we were all living in the same city. We were the first ones at the hospital when our respective babies were born. We did Halloween, Easter, 4th of July and every single birthday together. We spent countless hours at the playground together. These were my kids’ first friends. When I miss D.C., it’s them I miss. Friendships like these don’t come around often. This summer, we traveled from Stockholm and Bali and Oslo and D.C. for one magical week at Martha’s Vineyard. It was the best. They are the best.