As we were planning our vacation to see my brother and his family in the ATL I fantasized about all the great times we would have together. Maybe we’d drink a few beers (probably a few too many), talk about old times that nostalgia has since shined into perfection and laugh so hard, for so long, that it truly hurt.
But the best part about our entire trip was one that I had, understandably, never envisioned. My son is now almost one and he has two boys, one is two-and-a-half the other is only 4 months old.
What I hadn’t stopped to consider for a moment was that the older two would find interest in each other. Seemingly from the moment we arrived they were drawn together like two old friends, my older nephew showing my son around his playland. The two relying on only smiles and eyes for communication instead of words. They played together for hours, day after day.
I don’t know what it was that impacted me so deeply about them playing together, but it really made me happy. And not the kind of happy you get from buying a new TV, the kind of happy you can recall on memory weeks, months or even years later and still have it warm your soul.
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