Behind our house, we have a small patch of yard lined by some tall shrubs and trees that yield to huge manicured sporting fields for the school my fiancée teaches at. My oldest son has really enjoyed these spaces as his own “backyard” over the past two years and now Diego too is all about the fields. Here, the two share an increasingly more common, but once rare moment of connection while standing in the perfectly trimmed grass. I live for these moments between my boys. They are why I am alive.
