The kids opted to have their breakfast on the back porch that of course turned into a game of baseball. I watched them through the window and couldn't help but love them more and long for their friendship to never end. They squabble and scream with the best of them, but every time she runs after one of his balls or he sets up her tee, I'm reminded of how much they love each other.
Friendship, whether through blood or circumstance, is worth the fight.
