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Airplanes and Backrubs
I watch you play with our godson, holding him high as you spin him, making airplane noises. I hear joy in your laughter as he giggles and asks for more when you set him back on the ground. You tell him later and he runs off towards the sandpit a few feet away to play with some other children.
Things have been better between us. Somewhere along the way we have found our friendship again. I smile and reach to rub your lower back that still ached on occasion, like when you played airplane with AJ- to many punch outs you had told me.
After a few minutes you turn around taking my hands in yours, with that grin you must know has untold power over me and ask, "So, when we make good on our deal, can those backrubs after a game of ‘airplane’ be included?"
I nod, sealing the deal with a kiss.