He, on the left, with the green eyes and a mischievious smile that lights up his boy's face. And he, on the right, with eyes like my father's and a mess of hair blonde as the sun's rays.
It seems too trite and simple, but sometimes the truth is both: I love them. They make my world spin on its own axis. They make my days full of hugs and smiles and dirt and khaki shorts and polo shirts and brown sandals. They frustrate me. They levitate me. They are the men in my life, and holy hell is that amazing.