the other boy B, JT and this B have been classmates and playmates since they were 3 years old. JT can no longer remember a time before my ex de-camped from family life. But by the same token, he doesn't remember a time when he didn't see B at school. There's a lot of comfort in that kind of friendship.
And on Sunday, there was a whole lot of humor of the 9 year old boy variety. It was a glorious late summer day with bright sun and clear skies. We three ate an early supper together and then hit the park in the last hour before sunset. I spent a day getting chores done while laughing boys provided some background noise. If there is a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon, I don't know what that would be.