We’ve missed co-op the last couple weeks and my poor three year old came up asking for a playdate with his buddy, saying he missed him. I wrote my friend to tell her this and she mentioned that her kids didn’t remember when our co-op was a craft group (back when it started in February 2007.) We started meeting weekly (with some time off for summers/hoidays/babies) almost five years ago. Other families have come and gone, the group has ranged dramatically in size but some of our families have remained consistent. It’s interesting to realize that except for our oldest, NONE of my children remember life before co-op. They’ve grown up with these children – they are like cousins – and my younger children won’t know what life was like without them. I LOVE that! Especially as I’m an Army brat and I never lived anywhere longer than 3 years. I am so thankful that my children are growing up with this network of love and support and friendship.