"It's like the gang is all here" she said watching the kids play at the park. Her kids. My kids. Neighbors' kids. A group of ten or so youngsters five and under tearing around the play structure, running in the wading pool and chasing each other across the basketball court.
Some parents I hadn't seen since fall. Some parents I had seen in passing as we pushed our strollers down the street in opposite directions. Some parents I see every week, as much as I can.
Our kids had all grown. They all look different. Older.
The snow has melted. The puddles are gone. Park season has begun.