I’ve known you my whole entire life

“Daddy, can I ask you a question?” Boo asked me today in the car. She’s never prefaced a question like this so I brace for impact. What’s the worst thing she could ask about? Mean girls? Boys and their equipment? Whether dolls go to heaven?

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Boo checks out her sister’s future prom date

“Um, sure.”

There’s a long pause during which I get even more nervous.

“Do you still have a question?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Will M. and I be friends when she’s a big girl?”

That’s what she’s so serious about? Tears welled up: major Awwww moment.

“I think you will, honey. We’re going to live here a long time, and M. is going to be here a long time, too. So I bet you’ll still be friends until you’re big girls and even grownups.”

And I mean it. For all the times I’ve complained about our lonely semi-suburban neighborhood and its unforgivable sin of distance from any independent coffee shops — well, forget all that.

This is why we’re here — so that our kids (us, too) can have and keep long-term friendships even before they get on Facebook. So that they can say, someday soon, “I’ve known you my whole entire life.”