Last night was a rush of guests to meet the newest Princess. Such fun. They men I affectionately call the "Kafir Kids" were there. These are the guys that grew up on our street. One lived next door, and is one month and three days younger than my son, and the other lived across the street and is three and a half months younger. As babies, toddler, young men, they have kept their bond. It's amazing to me. Knowing them for so long, it makes me proud to see the fine men they've grown into. Not surprising when you look at their families. It all starts at home, for sure.