I went to Safeway with James and Bjørn for a few groceries and a treat while Isabel was at a play date, and James asked for ice cream.
I found some single-serve cups and we made our way to a table outside. James was waxing almost poetic over how yummy his vanilla ice cream was, and Bjørn was enjoying the ice cream he shared with me.
There was a small pause, and James said "Thank you, Mommy. Ice cream." I said "You're welcome, James."
He smiled so big, and said "Best friends, right?"
I couldn't move for a second. What an incredible thing.
"You and me? Best friends?"
"Yes, James. You and me are the best friends ever."
This was a couple days after a birthday party he went to, and I wondered whether somebody had introduced this phrase to him there. Still, to me it was just an overwhelming feeling of joy that he would think of us as best friends. It's such a wonderful thing when you like, and not just love, your children.