This summer marks the twenty-ninth year of my friendship with Skiz. Rich and I are together for twenty-four, and counting pregnancy, Dan has been with us for nearly seventeen years. The memories collected from these long-term relationships are all the more precious because they only occur through the sacrifice of time. It’s the visceral tweak we feel when we look at our teenage sons and recall kissing their perfect feet, so new they had yet to stand on their own. I try to remember this every time I trip over his size eleven boats capsized and underfoot in the hallway.
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