Last weekend we got together with some long lost friends for a BBQ. A couple of our friends moved back to Canada a few years ago, so now we have to content ourselves with the internet, and the rare visit where all the people who love them fight for time. We were lucky to get a whole afternoon.
Since the last time we saw them there have been new additions to families and kids have sprouted up so that they’re almost unrecognizable. We tossed all the kids inside the trampoline and enjoyed our time to catch up.
The other parents were worried about Atti getting hurt or stepped on, but I just tossed him right in the pile. I figure that kids are supposed to come home with the occasional bruise. This is Atti’s chance. The kids are just awesome because instead of being weirded out or overprotective they just asked, “What’s wrong with his feet?” and I told them that he was born too early for his brain to tell his feet how to move, but the rest of him was just like them.
Atti giggled and shouted “Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!” while the kids jumped near him. And I tried not to cry as I saw my little guy included by his friends.