This boy. He’s still mine.

His big brother is slowly peeling away from my side and grafting in with his father – measuring hands, muscles, and strength against the man he wants to become.

But his brother, this one, is still all baby fat and believing that we are one body sharing the same breath, space, skin. So, when I leave him in the care of others four days a week we both ache.

But, today marks four full days we have spent together.

Thirty five inches of tender white snow has blanketed the miles of distance normally between us.

A beautiful reprieve.

We are reveling in every square inch of it.

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