Two little friends, born almost three years apart. Two little friends, whose birthdays bookend the same week in April. Two little friends, who share so many of the same interests and who play together so nicely so much of the time.
Emmett and Sebastian.
The sweetest little friends from the moment they met. 🙂
The big boss said to the little Boss (who happens to be bigger than the big boss), "Let's quit work an hour early and go fishing."
So they did.
(I'd say that's a pretty awesome boss.)
🙂 ...continue reading
We went for a walk, my niece, the dog, two boys on bikes, and me.
The worms were out, scattered across the sparkling, just-rained-on driveway like the longest pink eraser shavings you've ever seen.
We walked, and they curled and uncurled themselves in the sun, seeming to have come from nowhere and with nowhere to go.
Then I saw all the little trails behind them, crissing and crossing over the packed gravel.
A labyrinth of the past. A record of paths intersected.
And I realized that's how my own past looks, crissed and crossed and scattered and directed by the steps and the influence of others. ...continue reading
I wonder how big God's smile was when He decided to create friends.
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I wonder if we realize how empty the world would be without them.
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There would be no glancing at someone across the room and bursting into laughter at an inside joke. . .
. . . no mad dashes through Target in the middle of the night looking for a certain kind of candy
. . . no sitting out in the yard in pjs till all hours of the night, whispering in the rain and trying to laugh uproariously without waking up the entire neighborhood
. . . no bursting into the same song at the same time
. . . no long discussions about things that matter
. . . no wandering through K-Mart with tears streaming down your cheeks
. . . no tense rook games that last till three in the morning ...continue reading
