I remember thinking, at some point, that I would like to grow up, eventually get married and have kids, then move onto the same block with all my best girlfriends and raise our kids together. My husband used to tease me about my dream compound.
I’m not sure I ever grew up. I did get married and have kids, but I moved us all two states away from my best high school girlfriends.
Last weekend it didn’t seem to matter. We don’t get to live on the same block, but our kids got along like we do. My girlfriend “Aunt” Sarah arrived with her two boys in tow last Friday evening to spend Memorial Day weekend at (ok near) The Jersey Shore. Faith (Sarah’s Goddaughter-and don’t forget it brothers-Aunt Sarah is hers!) missed the arrival because she had a slumber party with her Ganny. But The Middle One got special permission to stay up late and wait for his guests to arrive.
When Sarah, N and T arrived the three boys disappeared into our basement until we finally dragged them to bed hours later. The boys required no introductions or even time to seperate from mom. It was instantly action figure and light saber heaven down the stairs. All three got along as if they’d known each other all their lives when in fact, they have barely spent any significant time together save for the 8 days I babysat T when Sarah went back to school before his daycare started. He is now 4.
I know it’s corny, but I adore this girl so much I have dreamed of hanging out and chatting while our kids played in the yard together. We were thick as thieves once and I thought it would be cool if our kids were too. It seems distance isn’t insurmountable. Last weekend I got to hang out wtih her while our kids played and, for a time,were thick as thieves.
Every time we set foot on the beach since they left The Baby asks, “are N & T going to be there?”
I wish baby, I wish.
