In these moments, when Diego randomly decides to hug his older brother - or sit on his lap as he’s seen doing here - and Justin obliges the approach, well, that’s when I feel my best. It’s when I understand why I draw new breath each day, why I brave a commute, collect a paycheck, endlessly get up from a resting state to get a child a cup of water, and wake up in the middle of the night and check how sleep is going for the littles. I do all of this and eight thousand other little things because these precious moments make it all not just worth it, but give it meaning. These are my sons. They are my blood, my meaning. They are my heart. And when they show affection, patience, and care for one another, I cannot imagine anything else I need or want from this life.
