9 aug 2012

i know four boys who are four years old. one has his birthday in january, one in february, one in may, and one in august - two days from now. two are relatives, two are sons of friends. january and february are bright, healthy, vibrant. may is autistic. august has battled cancer. january is jewish, the other three are protestant. february lives in michigan, the other three live in tennessee. may comes to soccer games i'm at, the other three do not. august is blond, the other three are brunette. january and february have dads in their 40s, may's dad and august's are in their 30s. february and may have straight hair, january and august are curly-tops. january's the baby of his family, february is the big brother, may is the only, and august will be the big brother in a few months. all of them like the movie "cars". all wear clothes that come from target. all like to climb on things. all four have pretty smiles.

february and may have met, once, but really they're all strangers to each other, yet they're all separated by one tiny degree... me.