Two seconds into a hug with my husband, our son danced at our side, gripping a leg of each of ours and looking up as we looked down.
He clung to us like a crab, desiring only to be a part of the hug.
But it wasn’t his turn.
Our daughter stood by the stairs smiling.
and our son, seeing no break in the citadel, unfastened himself from our legs and flung his arms around his sister.
“Let’s be like mom and dad!” he shouted. And the two of them crashed against the stairs locked in a laughing embrace.