Today Ava was playing on the playground at school with Cassia, her little friend that she's known since preconception, seeing as Cassia's mom and I were freshman and best friends at college together.
I guess another little girl tried to take Ava away and told Cassia she couldn't play with them, so Cassia started to cry.
As Ava explained it, she "felt like Cassia was probably pretty sad, so I went over to her and put my arm around her and asked her if she just wished they could go back to the country life". Cassia tearfully told her, "Yeah, I wish we could go back to when we were 4 again."
Living out here together on the farm, Ava and Cassia had been each others only real friends for their first few years. They spent many a days playing dress-ups or frolicking in the yard or trying to ditch Nathan.
And who could forget tons of days spent in the back of a pickup truck, or inside the red thing, or outside of a pen, watching their dads work cattle..
And, even though Cassia's 6 months older and Ava's 6 inches taller it doesn't matter to them. I don't think you could find two little girls with two more different personalities but I also don't think you could find two better friends.
Here's to the country life!
(As I write this, my husband may or may not be out coon hunting. I'm not telling....)
(As I write this, my husband may or may not be out coon hunting. I'm not telling....)
