Wyatt may be sixteen years old, but he has changed little in all these years. My mom and I joke Wyatt is the only normal one between the three of us, tending to look as though he is rolling his eyes when my mom and I get into one of our ridiculous moods. He did so tonight just as he did ten years ago. Similarly, our girls' night was tonight as it was ten years ago, with the addition of a glass of white wine, of course. Shortly after I got to Houston, we started making dinner, catching up, and cracking horrible jokes no one but she and I would ever laugh at. Finally, as if tonight were any given night from my high school years, we sat down to eat in front of a chick flick two shades to the left of the Lifetime Network and settled in for the evening. Sweet Wyatt, the only guy in the middle of the two of us, was rolling his eyes the entire time.
