I knew things were "different" at girls night, when one of us had a baby in tow.
2 singles, 2 takens and one married with children spread themselves around the table, drinking wine, and catching up.
And where once small talk was rampant, this time everything seemed "new" for all of us.
Each at our own separate perfections.
Single and excited.
Taken and content.
Married and accomplished.
But the most alarming thing about our dinner conversation, wasn't that we'd seemingly all changed our tune since the last encounter, but that we'd seem to reach a cadence.
Our melody had finally slowed...
And we'd surprisingly found ourselves women.