Baby momma. X2.

This girl is going to be a mom, AGAIN. Six years ago I thought she was too cool to be my friend. We lived in an apartment together sophomore year after a random sequence of events. I learned that no one is as honest as Sandra Vela. I learned that there is no need to freak out (even though there isn’t a need- I still did it). I learned to stay out later and meet people I didn’t think I would befriend. Sandra included me in her family’s dinners and vacations, and my family included her. My mother expected to see Sandra when she came to town. When Sandra was pregnant with Devin, I gained weight right a long with her. If she was stopping through a drive thru, she would call me. The Jr. double cheeseburger is still a fast food cheeseburger, my brain thought I was saving my waistline by saying “junior.”

I cried when Sandra moved out. I also cried when she gave me the play by play of childbirth during a $5 call from Mexico (I was in Mexico- not Sandra). I watched Sandra turn into a mother. I don’t know many kids, but Devin is an great one. Devin has spunk. So does his momma. I can’t wait to meet baby Christian soon. I can’t wait to see how Devin likes being a big brother.

Sandra Vela (I refuse to say Sandra Pree): I am proud to be your friend and proud to know your children. You are the hottest mom around.