9.02.2013
Wrestling is their love language
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I clean up breakfast dishes while the boys run laps, squat to collect bits of scrambled egg and wipe syrup off seats while peals of laughter echo in their wake. One catches the other and they tumble to the floor, labrador levels of enthusiasm. These boys were made for happiness. We all are.
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