my heart beats a little faster, my tummy feels queasy and water wells up in my eyes when i reflect on moving away from the kinsley and mason friendship.
who could have guessed that a little boy and a little girl could grow up together and remain buddies despite his "all boy" and her "all girl" passions.
maybe it's because i adore his mom and we created playdates so that we could spend time together.
maybe it's because the dads have an awesome friendship and text more often than ben and i do.
or maybe, just maybe, it's because they have a rare bond that is all their own.
they were in diapers together. diapers.
mason has always been kinsley's protector.
we were in the mountains a few weeks ago and one morning ben walked in their room and witnessed kinsley standing on her tippy toes while mason hung down from the top bunk. they were sharing a good-morning kiss. it wasn't the first.