There is a sweet brotherly bond amidst this tangled mess. Its hard to see in the jumbled heap of legs and legos, hands and books, barefeet and pillows and blankets – but its there.
They’ve always been close. But now the older one can offer something new: a story.
Favorite stories sprawled around them – on the floor, stacked on the bookcase, stuffed under their pillows.
The camera click captures the epiphany, but interrupts their revelry. In the same instant they leap from whatever quiet nook they’ve been inhabiting and spring to life. Feet stomping, laughter rising, legs and arms entangled in a wrestling mess.