September 17

Pick-up times are a bit chaotic this year, but it's okay: it's just a season, and I'm sure that before I can complete a full blink, it'll be over. I fell a few paces behind the Little Boys as I walked to the car after retrieving Isaac this afternoon. When I caught up, I found them walking along hand in hand.

I've thought it and written it and said it before, but it bears repeating: I love that they're good friends. That was the goal I had in mind as I suffered through four pregnancies in relatively rapid succession. One very big thing may have gone very, very, very wrong along the way, but I'm thankful that Isaac and Brady are buddies, and that their sense of brotherhood is strong.