My second child with my best friend’s second child. It was Isaak’s fifth birthday celebration and Diego took no time acquainting himself with his new friend’s toys. I have known my best bud for over 30 years at those point, an alarming amount of time given our penchant for silliness, and now we are each parents of two littles, he of a girl and boy, me of two boys. I love these infrequent opportunities allowing our kids to mingle. It’s a special feeling knowing that someone you love so much is, like you, doing the most important work there is for us to do. We’re in it. We’re living. We’re proud. And with our second kids, both of us have fathered physically advanced, big and muscular little meatballs who bounce off just about everything with limbs and heads made of rubber. (Proof? The night before we were at the emergency room with Diego when he tripped and wacked his head right good off the corner of a door jamb!)
