About six or seven months ago, a new baby started at Rye's daycare.
She is known in our household as Baby Leona.
The other day Rye told me how Baby Leona had pooped out of her diaper and onto the carpet. He thought that was funny.
I had never met Baby Leona or her mom because Baby Leona gets dropped off nearly two hours before Rye does and she gets picked up almost two hours earlier, too. Her mom, I was told, is a teacher.
So tonight I was early picking Rye up and Baby Leona's mom was late.
I was happy I would finally get to say hello and at least have a face for every fellow daycare parent.
I walked in, said hi and wiped my shoes on the mat. Then I looked up, walked a few feet to where they were to get Rye and stuck out my hand to Baby Leona's mom.
"Hi, I'm Veronica," I said.
"I know," she said. "We went to high school together."
I stared hard at this woman.
Yes, we did go to high school together. And jr. high. We were in many honors classes together. She dated my friend for a while. I had even thought of this girl a few weeks ago when someone else I knew had an emergency appendectomy. She is the only other person I can remember knowing who had to have an emergency appendectomy.
We weren't close friends, but it was still nice to see a face from the past, especially one that recognized me right away.
To make this whole daycare "family" thing a bit stranger, another one of my high school friends uses our provider's sister for her daycare.
Since we can't really go back to Grand Junction, and Omaha so often feels so big, I'm happy to have moments like this, in an otherwise anonymous place.