You have the name of the brother I would have had, seven years my younger. The same span of years that stands between me and you. You greeted me this morning by sticking out your tongue, followed by an “Oh, I didn’t see you there…”
I think that’s how we would have interacted, my little one. Maybe you would have felt too far removed from me and the brother who was ever at my right hand. Your greeting would feign a distance removed with kindness in your eyes, begging me to draw close. And I would dance that dance with you. The push and pull of relationship and expectations. Attempting to decipher and savor moments and their meanings–finding joy in unexpected places and receiving with thankfulness whatever that might be.