Brothers gotta hug...

Today Joshua was in trouble and had to sit in time out. Soon enough, Ben was in the corner sitting with him. Quitely keeping his brother company until it was time again to play. It is amazing to me how much he already loves his big brother and wants to be like him. John and the boys built a fort out of blankets and I could just hear Ben and Joshy crawling in and out and laughing. Joshy steps on Ben, Ben hits Joshy. Joshy says sorry, Ben gives Joshy a hug. They fight with swords, they fight with pretend webs from their hands. They walk around the house hitting things with plastic golf clubs and sit on the same couch cushion to watch TV. Joshy yells for us whenever Ben goes near the stairs, Ben cries when Joshy won't let him steal his toy. One says "mine" while the other, "Ben won't share". Ben drops his drink, without a thought, Joshy picks it up. If Joshy gets hurt, Ben rubs his arm to tell him it is okay. Somehow, outside of my notice, a brotherly bond has formed beyond what I could have hoped for. I suppose it is a fact of life. Brothers don't shake hands, brothers gotta hug.