CHER & GEORGE

I’m early and they haven’t arrived yet, so I pull the surf mat out of the boot of my rental and begin to blow it up. It’s been stuffed at the back of a shelf in my garage since my second pregnancy. I’m hoping that today — as I no longer have a mound for a stomach — it will prove easier to balance atop this bag of air.

I spot Cher and her husband, Steve, pull into