There are views that look out across great expanses of land. There are views that look out across vast stretches of time; past, present and future. And once every so often, if you’re lucky, you find yourself in a place where you get both in the same moment.
I am so lucky.
Brit Trydal is a second mother to me. Not a stepmother or a mother-in-law, but a family friend known so long there isn’t a place in my memory without her. She and my mother have been friends more than 40 years. In my lifetime, our families have always lived across the street from each other.
On a recent balmy summer night, with the heat of the day just vanishing over the San Gabriel Mountains, Brit’s children threw a lavish tropical-themed party to celebrate their mother’s 70th birthday. We were a block away when I heard ukuleles and the unmistakable cackling laugh of my mother, a sure sign that the two ladies had found each other. It’s the joyous laugh of old friends who’ve seen each other thousands of times, yet rejoice in it anew every time.