The other night I took Sophie and her best friend Sarah to the movies and gave them pennies to toss in the fountain. They decided it’s ok to tell the person who gave you the penny the wish you made.

“I wished that Sophie and I will be BFFs our whole lives,” Sarah told me.

Me too, Sarah. Me too. With tween angst looming, I keep bracing myself for the end. And sure, there are quarrels and hurt feelings and all the usual best friend stuff. But mostly there’s a lot of love.

Look what I found this morning when I put the living room back together after Sarah slept over.

BFFs since kindergarten, the smallest and tallest in their third grade class, they make a funny pair. But like a lot of funny pairs (I’d count my husband and myself among them) — it works. And now I have to go grab toothbrushes, and pajamas, because tonight the sleepover’s at Sarah’s house.