She made me a bagel and opened a bottle of champagne. We moved from room to room, avoiding the parts of the house under construction.
I met them both my first day of college. Separately. She was moving into the dorm across the hall with a "Stop. The Party's Here." poster. He was at a party, questioning whether or not someone as young as me should be allowed to stay.
Now I go to visit them in their home in Baltimore County, having left the city for a giant backyard and detached garage. They get her parents to watch the baby for a spell so they can ride their motorcycles on the county roads.