The e-mail subject line read “the day has come.” It was sent from my friend Tricia. With Tricia, I’m never quite sure what to expect, except the unexpected. With the enticing subject matter I started gathering random thoughts on what she must be sharing. We share the same political views, maybe the e-mail contained something in the realm of political news. Maybe she had decided to rejoin the local twins club. After all, that’s how I met her. The news wasn’t what I had hoped for. After 14 years, and four children born on Travis Air Force Base, Tricia, her husband Eric, identical twin sons Daniel and Aaron, and daughters Kelly and Holly will soon be calling Tennessee home. While Tricia and I haven’t spent as much time together the last few years as we should have, we’ve managed to stay in touch and always amuse each other. Tricia and Eric and my husband Jim and I met at meeting in September (maybe October) 1997 as both of us were expecting twins. In addition to serving proudly in the Air Force, Eric also delivered the Daily Republic for some extra income. Our twins were born a mere three days apart. Fate put us together. Tricia and I helped each other survive that first year. And, we became good friends in the process. There was even a joke in the twins club that we were lesbian lovers. That spurred from the fact that when we went to mothers of twins conventions, we would share a room, and often a bed, to save money. Twice, after said conventions, Tricia announced she was pregnant. The joke was they were my children, not Eric’s. I remember heading out to Travis Air Force Base at 2 or 3 a.m. to stay with Daniel and Aaron while she gave birth to Holly. I think I may have taken care of all three when she gave birth to Kelly. Daniel and Aaron and my girls, Bethany and Gabrielle were like brothers and sisters for the first five or six years. Then there interests became different and Bethany and Gabrielle decided to play with Holly and Kelly instead. Ironically, Bethany and Gabrielle are probably more like Daniel and Aaron today than earlier since my girls are tomboys. I can’t even begin to count the fun memories I have shared with Tricia. The heart-to-heart talks. We go on base and trick-or-treat with the family then go back to their house for popcorn and hot chocolate. We went to movies together. I remember myself, Eric Tricia, my girls and their four children watching “Polar Express” at the base theater. After such a long stint stationed at Travis, I figured the Bollmanns would stay here forever. The United States government says otherwise. I beg to differ.