It seemed like any other Saturday afternoon. Until we heard it. That sound. It started out softly, but we knew it was getting closer. Jonathan called to me with his eyes -- "Can we make it?"
Minutes later, we returned to our apartment, older somehow, ice cream bars in hand. Jonathan has not been the same since. He had finally completed a childhood ritual that I always took for granted. We left the apartment as two distinctive individuals, but returned as equals.
