They Did Everything Together

One cold and rainy Autumn night many years ago, my family had the pleasure of sharing dinner with dear old friends at the Skrable’s. The parents knew each other well, the many kids did not. Much like Cousin Erin and the tennis balls, my son followed the older boys outside for a rough and tumble game of tag, grabbing a random sweatshirt as he flew out the front door with a gaggle of kids. He came in wet, cold, out of breath, scratched, bruised, with red rosy cheeks, and he was oh so happy. He was in love with the “Manhunt Boys” - which is what we call them to this day. Play on, boys! - Amy