They moved into our neighborhood about the same time we did - five years ago. The boys have been in each others classes and over time the little brothers became best friends. Before long the big brothers became best friends as well. The lines between the sets of kids is blurry. If one of the four can't hang out, the other three will still get together. Earlier this week, the little brothers were off at another house and the big kids were at our house. The big kids got bored and kept asking to have the little brothers come over to the house so they could all play ball together. And they are always so great about letting the Caboose tag along in their games of hide and seek, hallway tag, basketball, baseball, etc. Its been an ideal situation.
Not only to the boys all get along so well, but these are super high quality people. They are kind, funny, smart, and fun. They come from a great family - I trust their parents implicitly and they are good church going, morally grounded people. Unfortunately, their extended family is back in Tennessee and since the dad is a pilot who recently-ish changed airlines, there is no real reason to stay in Colorado.
Although there will certainly be a big hole, I'm not so worried about Big Boy #2. He seems to have a pretty solid network of friends that will remain. Big Boy #1, however, is losing not just his best friend, but another of his close buddies is also moving, taking two of the three boys he hangs out with. The remaining boy lives a solid 30 minutes away. It will likely be a bit harder for BB#1 to find his footing without his friend around.
As I sit here writing this, I can see the boys playing baseball in the backyard. I have a feeling the house will be a bit quieter without the regular presence of these kids - yuck. I ache at the thought that this is the last time. I wish I could just freeze the moment. There is something about childhood friends.