Some mornings, Brent, Gavin, and I pile on the couch and just hold hands. Gavin always sits in the middle and as we are watching the news/drinking coffee/checking emails - you know, morning whatevers - he reaches to his left and to his right, grabs our hands, and intertwines his fingers in ours.
We, of course, stop everything and exchange a look over his head that wordlessly gushes over how precious we think our boy is. And as the minutes tick by, none of us move. Late for work, late for school - no one cares. We are lost in a bubble of early morning family joy and never are we in a rush to see it end.
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