For a long time it was just the five of us. When Matt and I married – two of the five – nothing really changed – even when we moved away to Washington, DC.
While we lived abroad, we made sure that we saw each other, no matter how much water or road was between us. We all went on trips together, and we had a great time just hanging out flying kites.
That stayed the same even after Zoë was born – and raised to love kites. Somehow along the road the five of us formed an amazing bond: Strong, loving, caring, forgiving.
Over the years, as Matt and I moved from country to country, I came to realize how lucky we are. Many people who know me and who have met one or the other of our friends readily agree: It is a really special thing we’ve got going.
When Zoë was little, our house was rarely empty. When she was just four months old and Matt and I were out cold with a raging fever of 104F, they took over. There was a feeding schedule up on the wall, the poop was under control, and someone stayed with us around the clock. Every time we or anyone else moved, Marc bought a ticket and a grabbed a hammer to help out.
And throughout the years, as we all hit one or the other rough spot, more kids were born, boy friends became husbands and sometimes exes, we always knew whom we could call upon – at any time.
It’s a great thing. I wish it were more common.
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