BOY FRIENDS
“Happy. Just in my swimshorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, spitting, jumping, running. That’s the way to live.”
Dear Hadley,
My first best friend was a boy. His name was Nicholas and I met him in Kindergarten. He was very good at the monkey bars and so was I and so we became friends. Nicholas and I rode bikes and built forts in the woods and went to the water park and had sleepovers. He taught me how to make a slingshot.
I’m glad I had a lot of boy friends when I was young. They never cared about how dirty they got or what their hair looked like. And they never worried about scraped elbows or skinned knees or grass stains on their jeans.
Boy friends are essential. They are gifts.
And the older you get, the harder they are to have.
Never worry about grass stains.
I love you, little one.
Aunt Liz
