Commentary: You know you're getting older when your baby-sitter has a baby
It's true. I kept looking at Amy all through this weekend's baby shower at our house and I wondered where the time has gone. I also wished I had paid more attention along the way.
Amy became our baby-sitter when we moved to Hudson 17 years ago. She was 15, I was 37 and the twins were just about 2. I remember the day we met clearly. It was a sublime ambush engineered by her mother and my now close friend, JoAnn.