Brothers

"Brothers are special," I told Caleb yesterday. I think I was trying to break up a fight between him and Zach, and using my most serious voice and mother-like eye I could muster. "We don't fight with them, Caleb, we fight for them." How wonderfully cliche that sounds, I thought to myself. Soon, Halmark will be calling me. I take myself far too seriously.

But (and I don't get to claim this often, so I will take the opportunity) I'm right. Today, though Z and C fought a bit, they also shared some sweet brother moments, and I was blessed to catch one of them.