Our neighborhood has an annual block party the weekend before St. Patrick’s Day called Friendship Day. Everyone gathers on the levee, wears green, drinks green beer, and listens to music. We haven’t made it out for the past few years, but this year, we finally did for the first time in four years.

The last time we went, the boys looked like this:

And this year, they looked like this:

Friends still reminisce how we were just handing babies to anyone who would hold one that first year, and things haven’t changed much. This year, a friend was tossing the boys up in the air and making them giggle at silly animal noises. I could say something really corny here about friends and Friendship Day, but I will resist.

One funny thing about this year is that we saw our friend’s baby, August. And August was born on the boys’ birthday, so he is exactly the same age as the boys were for their first Friendship Day. It really brought me back.

Our friend Grace giving August a kiss, just as she did to our boys four years ago.