Tonight, we had our good friends, "Nina" and her mom over for dinner to say goodbye before they left for their state department post to a foreign land. They live next door and have become very good friends to us over the 1 1/2 years since we moved in. Asher and "Nina" are especially close.
When we first moved in, Asher couldn't pronounce Nina's real name, and the nickname stuck. They have a funny relationship: Nina gives the orders and Asher is the yes man. They have seen a lot of dirt, made a lot of messes and done a lot of laughing in their past 1 1/2 years together. They also share the bond of being half-Mexican. Neighbors have mistaken them as brother and sister.
Asher has been very curious and confused about the moving trucks parked in front of their house this past week. He looked out the window for a very long time after they left our house tonight. My heart breaks for his first little broken heart.