My son Xander on the left.
His cousin Izabella on the right.
Through punching, kicking, and stealing toys, these kids will never swing alone.
Every time they see each other, they run up to one another, kiss, hug, and hold hands all the way to the park.
Xander, and his dog Thor.
Xander absolutely adores Thor, and Thor treats Xander like he is his own.
Thor went missing for about a week, when we got him back, Xander squealed with excitement, knocked him down, and hugged him
many many times.
And finally, when I was about 8 years old, I moved from New York, to Colorado. After all the time we've missed together, my cousin Bobby, on the left. Nick in the middle with my son, and I, are still closer than ever. Even 2,000miles apart.