Back then, NYU goers admired L.'s lofty locks as they hung elegantly and anchored her, so indicative of the confidence and intelligence she shared with students. And. R.? Her whipping enthusiasm and just-do-it! attitude was contagious.
Sixteen years later, each of us is on our own individual path to welcoming a child into our families through adoption. I am waiting for a referral from the Philippines. L. is gathering her dossier documents, so that she can become a mother to a child in her native Jamaica. And R. will be starting her adoption process to bring home a child from China. As I devoured my chopped salad dressed with grilled shrimp in a champagne vinaigrette, I couldn't help but daydream about future feasts, where we will most likely be joined by younger ones. I hope our celebrations won't end.
What a blessing it is to be waiting in the wisdom pool with women who reflect the values I so desire to pass along to my child. Mahalo to L. & R. for years of generous comraderie and sageness. And a most happy birthday to L.