Two Guys and a Waffle Iron

[I break from my one word title rule with this entry. May return to one word. May not. May 'mix it up'. Wait and see. Keeps us all on our toes].

This entry was worth multiple words in the title 'cuz the title says it all.

B. and C. are best friends and have been since the 5th grade. They are like brothers, from different families. But as close as two kids I've ever seen. They are guys - typical guys. They don't talk about feelings, or emotions. They laugh about body sounds and other silly things. They hang out at the beach together eyeing their prospects. They have been there for each other going on 7 years and they are really fun to watch - they care about each other so much, in a 'cool' way and through thick and thin, they stick together. B. helped C. down off the ski slope when he cracked his pelvis while snowboarding. When B. dislocated his knee, C. was one of the first to call him and visit him and C. still went snowboarding with H. and J. that weekend because that was the plan and B. thought of that before anything else when he got home from the hospital. They're good for each other and have already agreed they will be at each others wedding no matter what, no matter how far apart they live.

C. has a girlfriend now - and he also plays on many competitive traveling sport teams. His schedule is jam packed and now that he's added a girl to his list of priorities, his time with B. is even more infrequent. Unlike girls that would get all bent out of shape about not having 'time' for each other, B. and C. just look forward to the next opportunity they'll have to hang out together. They've seen each other more this summer than they have in months...but still, finding time to get together has been a challenge.

I arrived home this evening after a long Friday. House continues to be relatively tidy, given the cleaning crew was here a few days ago and we are all working hard at putting things away when we're done, etc. [and it's so incredibly nice to feel like the house IS in good shape - no stressing out about it when H. wants to have a friend over; no feeling like the entire weekend should be spent cleaning - it's the best $170 a month we've EVER spent and I don't know why we didn't do it years and years ago].

There was a plate of some waffles on the kitchen table - yes, at 5PM. And I noticed they weren't 'round' waffles - they're square. We have a round waffle iron. I asked J. about the waffles. He said 'C. showed up at 8 AM this morning with a box of Bisquick and the waffle iron'. He and B. had apparently decided that getting together for breakfast was their best option, so C. showed up ready to cook. And so they did. J. said the first waffle, C. covered the entire surface of the waffle iron with batter - so you know how that turned out - waffle batter oozing over the edges and getting all over the counter...but C. very carefully cleaned it up as he worked. They apparently got better as they went and they fixed two batches.

I just think this is so cute. And B. doesn't like me to use the word 'cute' to describe ANY of his activities - but it's just so sweet. And then I think 'well, it's not unexpected - they are two very kind, thoughtful, generous young men and they wedge in time with each other wherever and whenever possible'. A breakfast together the Friday before school starts was their last 'summer fling' before they're back to adding tons of school work and school activities to their already jammed schedules. So they seized the moment and spent a couple hours together mixing batter, making a mess, eating a lot and then cleaning up. They had a great time.

And I got a blog post for the memory books out of the deal. Oh, and a couple leftover waffles. Which I'm glad were left on the table 'cuz if they hadn't been there, I might have never known the story of two guys and a waffle iron.