It was a real treat to get a text from one of "our" kids. He was in town for a college tennis match, so we quickly scarfed down some dinner and headed out.
In his younger days, there was an agreement...if he hand-delivered the newspaper to me while I was relaxing on the couch, I would have fresh bread ready for him in the kitchen. It was a great deal for both of us.
Thousands of meals later, as well as snacks, sleepovers, talks, games, and times of laughter, he turned into a man. It's truly our privilege to count his as a close friend.