They stand nose to nose; each reflecting the color of his brother.
After a day away from each other my boys delight in being together in the evenings. They fight over wanting all the same toys and then they hug each other and crow with laughter. They get right up in each other's face and Punkin pokes Buddy in the nose.
"Nose" he says. Buddy grins. He pats him on the head.
"Head" Punkin says, and so it goes.
Their warm brown skin glows. Each one's eyes reflect the depth of the other's. I stand back, watching the joy of brothers. Thank you Jesus!