Big Boys Cry

Okay, in the interest of doing more catch-up, this is something I wrote down "old-school like" in a journal I was attempting to start with actual pen and paper. It was about 1 ½ years ago while I was recovering from back surgery. Dylan was 4 ½ and Dalton was 10 months old:

Recovering from back surgery I was unable to bend over or kneel down to share my nightly kiss & hug with the boys at bedtime. Dylan and I began a new tradition by kissing our own hands and then putting them together like a soft 'high 5' while saying I love you. When we couldn't hug, Dylan would touch his heart and I would touch mine to signify our hug. (Dylan's idea)

Can't get much sweeter, right? Wrong.

On this night, after exchanging our kiss 'high 5' and hand-to-heart hug, Dylan went to Dalton's room and then came back into mine. He told me since I couldn't go into Dalton's room and reach him to give hugs, he went in there instead. Dylan then kissed his own fingers, touched them to his heart, and then touched Dalton and told me he took some of the love that I had given him and gave it to Dalton, and kept the rest for himself.

True, I was on some good painkillers at the time, but you can't pull on the ol' heartstrings much better than that.