i knew when we moved from charlotte to atlanta that there would definitely be a period of transition for penny. i expected to sleep disturbances, i was prepared for the possibility of cranky afternoons, but what caught me completely off guard was just how much she asks for her best little bud that we left behind. penny has spent the last 9 months watching mr. wiley boone grow up. she saw him the day he was born, spent many an afternoon taking walks (or being pushed) around the neighborhood with him, and when we were moving the next morning, her very first kiddo sleepover was with her best friend, boone. she's named one of her dolls after him, and is constantly telling me which toys and books boone has at his house, as opposed to the ones at hers. ya see, when two mamas are best friends it's only natural that the kiddos follow suit. i knew this, and yet for some reason i am completely in awe at how much her little heart hurts to be apart from him. the first of many heartbreaks i'm sure, and though it kills me that every time we go somewhere these days she says "boone come too?", the ache is a little less knowing that they'll be friends for years to come... and then eventually husband and wife, but i won't get ahead of myself here.