I hoped for a calm, perfect moment. I imagined the four of us together, bathed in light and laughter, unhurried. But the list of spring obligations was relentless. We were carried furiously to the end of June. There were long, hard hugs. Scattered kisses. They smiled and waved. That was all.
Surrounded by the kids in my neighborhood is a wondrous place to be. They've known one another for years – their connections run deep. I see them from all angles yet it's impossible to know who they'll become. I sit stunned, idle. They grow.
