Tuesday, April 19, 2011
One hope I've always had for my boys is that they'd grow up surrounded by love. With family nearby, friends who love them, a block full of kids to play with. As luck or fate would have it, we don't have much in the way of family in town (one cousin of Alexi's), but more and more, our friends start to feel like family, assume those loving and nurturing roles. A boy Abbott's age lives across the street, and Abbott and Cal both love him like a cousin. He plays with Cal as much as Abbott; today after school, they played Othello, while Abbott built a Lego ship. Every time he leaves, I say, "thanks for coming over," and he says, "thanks for having me," or, "thanks for letting me stay."
You never know what the future holds, but if you open yourself to it, there's a good chance it will be all that you'd hoped for, and maybe more.