The phone rang tonight. Our phone never rings. It was a 468 number, so I answered. The girl on the other end of the line asked to speak with Ruby. It was her friend Thea from school. It took me a few seconds to process this information. You see, this just hasn’t happened before. I finally snapped out of it and handed the phone to Ruby. I think she was as shocked as I was. To-date, the only people Ruby has ever spoken to on the phone have been her grandparents, or me – when I’m calling in from an out-of-town work trip. I know, it was only a phone call – people have been doing such things for about 100 years. I still felt compelled to hover in the room, eavesdropping – What could they possibly be talking about? Kristine and I hung on every “yeah” and “ok,” making up our own stories of where this conversation could be going. A play date? Planning tomorrow’s outfits? At one point, it was obvious that Thea had asked Ruby what she was doing (Thea must be an old pro at this). Ruby’s response was, “I’m walking around the room.” Which she was. I know that there will be many more rites of passage for Ruby that I’ll witness over the next few years, yet the realization that our little girl is growing up just came crashing down on me.