Now that the weather is a bit milder, we have started spending 15-20 minutes playing outdoors when we get home from preschool.
Yesterday R had to go potty, so I escorted him to the bathroom and returned to gather up K & P. When I looked out into the backyard, I saw them walking slowly toward me holding hands.
Before I could say anything, K reported, "We are holdin' hands 'cause we're fwends. We hafta stick together, Mommy!"
P just beamed as she looked at him and said, "You are my best fwend."
A few minutes later, as I was trying to corral shoes, socks and little people for naps K reached her hand out for P who was standing a couple of feet away.
"Hold my hand. We stick together, wemember?"
Melt. Melt. Melt!
After naps I took them to the mall in search of jeans for skinny minis. As we journeyed toward the food court I was walking a couple of paces ahead of them. I could hear them chattering and glanced back every few seconds, just to insure we were all together. I started to notice people pointing a little more than usual with wide smiles. I looked back to see the kiddos walking (kinda stumbling) three-across with their arms all wrapped around each other's necks. They were giggling and had huge grins on their faces. It really was precious.
May they always enjoy sticking together! (Unless of course it is mischief they are working to keep concealed from me.)