A few days before we got on a plane to San Francisco, a note arrived in the mail for Zoe.

“See you Friday. From Sophie,” it said in childish print, interspersed with a heart and a flower.

Sophie is my friend Pui-Wing’s little girl. Though she and my daughter are both four, they’d never met. Unless you count the time they were in utero. The last photo I have with Pui-Wing shows us standing back to back, swollen bellies jutting out on either side, goofy smiles on our faces. We were both pregnant for the first time. We had no idea then how life was going to change.

We’d met in journalism school in New York and worked at the same paper in Asia before the convoluted paths of love and work moved her to San Francisco and me to Minneapolis.

Last weekend, our daughters finally met face to face.

Pui-Wing, home on maternity leave, was wrapped up in the haze of a new baby, each day an exercise in getting enough sleep. Zoe and I grabbed the chance to visit, our first big mother-daughter trip. I hoped the girls would get along.

I needn’t have worried.

For three days, Zoe and Sophie were stuck together like glue.

I think you’ll agree that this is a story best told in pictures.

The Sophie and Zoe show - curtain up!

Speaking the universal language of princesses.

Chocolate croissant fix in North Beach.

Off to the park….More tomorrow….

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