Swimming ... and swimming

Swimming lessons start tomorrow. T's best summer buddy arrived last week at his g-ma's (a sort-of neighbour, if you can call 6 miles away a neighbour). T's pal lives in the Big City, but usually spends a month of summer at his g-ma's. Those two boys made a fast friendship 2 summers ago -- still going strong.

They are both enrolled in the swimming lessons. And, I have been informed that there will be at least 2 sleep-overs. 1 at our place. 1 at g-ma's place. I'm quite happy for T. He and this boy connect on similar interests (Sci-fi, game design, digital film-making, Pokemon, Legos, rockets). T can't seem to find local boys with similar interests very easily. Or, if he does, they are older boys who often aren't interested in a little kid as a pal. This confuses T, who has no age restrictions on friendship. Fortunately, T's summer pal (also homeschooled, btw) has no age restrictions either -- he's a year and a half older than T.

T has always been what I would call a happy child. Few complaints and a sunny, trusting outlook on the world. To see him so extra-pleased to be running through the barely up flax crop chasing down a rocket with his summer pal... well, that brings both a smile and a tear.