There is a time every parent dreams about and longs for--the moment when your child becomes your friend.
In the early days, the dream is a distant mirage, obscured by dirty diapers, sippy cups, jolly jumpers and sleepless nights.
As the years go by, the dream becomes more tangible and in focus. Your children learn to walk and talk, and before you know it, you are watching them march their chubby little legs up the four or five steps of the school bus on their first day of school.
Years pass and you see their unique personalities and independent spirit emerge. They spread their wings until one day, in a heart-wrenching gut punch, you realize they don't need you anymore.
But then something wonderful happens. You become friends.
Friends who enjoy spending time together, sharing confidences and conversation, laughter and tears. A friend who you know will always love you and who will be there for you no matter what.
The best type of friend possible.
It's a beautiful thing.
Dedicated to my new best friends and lovely but whacky daughters Grace and Clare. Here are some pictures of all of us from this past weekend on a family trip to Cooperstown, New York with their boyfriends and my brother Don.
Top: tasting the local wares at Woodland Farm Brewery outside of Utica with their Uncle Don
Above: At the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, NY
Devon holding a plaque that says "Remember as far as anyone knows, we're a normal family"
Clare and Kaden in Little Falls, New York
All of us in front of the Baseball Hall of Fame. We're already talking about where we're planning to go next year.
Ed note: For more on Cooperstown, read Ray Dorey's guest blog, Make a pilgrimage to Cooperstown
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