Born ten days apart...
they have always lived within driving distance.
Not too close...
and since the move from the far house to the near house last year...
not too far away either.
They are different like boys and girls should be.
I hear them once in awhile chatting about things that matter most to them.
They most often ask me if the other one is coming when they come to visit.
I like that.
I wonder if I'll notice when they stop asking that.
It might be like the sparrows who are suddenly gone in fall and then suddenly are back in the yard again in spring.
The younger ones invited me to dance...
while the older ones danced to their own beat.
She loves dancing and was quite happy when she managed to teach him some vital steps to her latest recital piece.
that's what nice boys do.
Today is their last day of kindergarten.
They have been in the same class.
In the beginning of the year he came over after school one day and reported that she had taken ill during the day and went home sick.
"I prayed"...he said.
It's been such a good year from my vantage point.
They have loved their teacher who has poured her love into these children.
Her tender and respectful way of speaking to her class has set deep into my soul.
all for now...