My dear friend Pamela and her little boy Easton came for a visit. They recently moved to Mississippi, and we sure have missed them. When they came, our house wasn't finished yet, but after a long lunch at a favorite Mexican restaurant, we decided to head over there. Before we knew it, the afternoon had slipped by, and Pamela and I sat in the warm sun, talking for hours, while our sweet boys played together.
At the time, our yard was made up of piles of gravel and that infamous Alabama red clay, and Easton and Hudson wasted no time getting dirty. They would climb the little rock piles and slide down the other side, laughing all the way. There's one year between them, and I loved watching Hudson as he looked out for Easton. At one point, Hudson reached out and held Easton's hand, steadying him as he walked his way up a precarious pile. It was THE sweetest thing. Those little guys climbed and shuffled around the yard, shared their toys perfectly (no small feat for little ones!), and pretended to be their favorite characters from Max and Ruby (their favorite tv show), until darkness fell and we all moved inside to properly break in the empty playroom. Cuteness overload.
I'm so thankful for special friends like Pamela. I think that it will be such fun to watch our boys grow up....I hope they'll always enjoy each other, just like they do now.