Lately our little trio of man cubs has been playing and working and generally living like three little peas in a pod. Don't get me wrong. That doesn't mean there aren't "incidents" but lately they've been flowing from incident to incident with little afterthought. Which is a relief and a strange phenomenon to behold all at the same time.
I guess you just don't hold back when you're young and close in age and you're brothers. I love that so much. It's almost as if you attack the other guy with every fleeting thought that passes through your goofy head because you'd expect them to do the same. You breathe the same air under the same roof and treetops and thrive in a kingdom where secrets are non-existent and dreams are better when you share them.
Brothers who grow up together and hang out together and are best friends even though they punch one another and karate chop each other. Somehow they seem to end up with their souls stapled together in a jimmy-rigged kinda way that just seems so perfectly imperfect that if it were packaged in any other fashion it would seem completely unnatural. I hope it stays like that forever.
Their identities, their six blue eyes, their three hearts and all their other "stuff" that is constantly covered in scrapes and bruises, ends up fueling our whole world... and their collaborative dream land all at once.
They are so rad. And we are so, so lucky to get to watch this powerful thing called, "Brotherhood" every day.
Love you little buddies.
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