I've written before about our amazing neighbors, D and E, who have an eight year old boy, T. Our families immediately bonded shortly after we moved to our new home. We all spend time outside together whenever possible, and Sidekick worships T (eight year old boy). E (mom) and I have also formed a very close relationship, and we have this unique bond I've never had with someone. D (dad) and I get along so well and he has become a great friend. But most importantly, D has this incredible love for Sidekick. It's almost as if Sidekick is his own son. I can't wrap my head around the fact that someone can truly embrace my son and care about him so much in just a couple of months. They love each other like a father and son would. It melts my heart and makes me so happy to see them together.
Last night T had a baseball game, so Sidekick and I went to cheer him on. I had to work all day, which made me cranky because if I'm going to pay a babysitter on a Saturday, it SHOULD be because I am doing something fun! I was exhausted, but I told T we were going to his game, and I didn't want to disappoint him. While Sidekick didn't really understand what was going on, he enjoyed being part of the action and cheering on his best friend, T.
At one point, Sidekick went over to D, and I looked over and found them like this: