eleven.

week eleven of fifty-two.

Today's photo comes to you on the heels of an epic weekend with some very dear friends.

They were our very first next door neighbors. 

Great, great, great neighbors.

The kind that not only let but encourage you to use the hot tub in their backyard 

and invite your friends park in their driveway when you invite too many people over. 

Though we have both moved on from our first houses in Duluth, 

we all hold onto a tinge of sadness that our wee ones are not growing up next door to one another. 

They see one another just two or three times each year, but have become fast friends. 

All of them.

Ages 1, 2, 3 and 4.

It is a joy to watch each of their little friendships develop. 

The two oldest are conversationalists who are passionate about flossing their (and each other's) teeth.

The middle two enjoy hide-and-seek more than the others.

And oldest and the youngest giggle and have an affinity for crayons and breakfast cereal. 

And the grown ups get along pretty well, too.