I love watching the boys with friends.
I love the way so many voices in the yard float in through open windows and the smile I can see folded into the corners of Tucker's eyes from afar. The way kids just show up here, know where to find cups for water and a pencil for homework, shovels for forts and tape for craft projects. The way there is always someone for Tolliver to walk to school with, always a spot for one more in the game. The way the little ones hold hands and trade bracelets and coordinate outfits, a layered expression of their devotion to each other. I remember these stages, the feeling of falling in love with my friends, of belonging to a select few.
I love the way so many voices in the yard float in through open windows and the smile I can see folded into the corners of Tucker's eyes from afar. The way kids just show up here, know where to find cups for water and a pencil for homework, shovels for forts and tape for craft projects. The way there is always someone for Tolliver to walk to school with, always a spot for one more in the game. The way the little ones hold hands and trade bracelets and coordinate outfits, a layered expression of their devotion to each other. I remember these stages, the feeling of falling in love with my friends, of belonging to a select few.