Max had a good friend that he used to go to playgroup with called Owen. They’d see each other 3-5 times a week over about eight months and always got on really well. I wouldn’t have thought that kids that young had strong friendships but Owen and his family moved away over a month ago and Max still mentions Owen’s name. He even yells out his name whenever we drive passed their old house and even when planes go over sometimes (Owen left on a plane)
It makes me sad to know that this is just the first of many broken friendships I guess 🙁 Here’s a shot of Max taking Owen for a ride in his tractor (Max is three months younger than Owen)
It’s good that he’s forming strong friendships already, and there will be more “Owens” out there. I moved A LOT while I was growing up (my father was in the Navy) and I know how hard it is to make great friends and then have to move on. But we do all move on eventually.
And also, WHAT A COOL TRACTOR! I’m totally jealous.