Zane only cares for hours of camaraderie, late nights of laughter, and the more the merrier. He wants friends to feel welcome in a home worn with invitation. We only care to help him do it.
Zane is turning 10. He’s aging pretty well.
“Maybe she’s afraid of dogs,” answered my son as he watched both of ours lick the tiny, sweet hands of two small children whose mother was now fast fading into the careless shadows of tall oak trees.
Turning 9 is a pretty big milestone, for everyone.