“I’m a bigger bear,” Kevin snarls, stomping in after him, our four year old trying to hold his hands even higher than his brother’s. “And I love my mommy so, so much.”
I smile and feel another tear beading in my eyes, wiping it away, thinking, Men don’t cry.
But I can’t help it, not when there’s such love flurrying through me. I let the two tears slide hotly down my cheeks and then look up to see that Tess isn’t trying to fight hers.
“Mommy bear,” Kevin says, traipsing over to her. “Why’re you crying? We’re home now.”
“Yes,” Tess says, reaching down to embrace him as we share another look, our shared happiness blossoming like a flower of love in the air between us. “We are, aren’t we?