Caleb and I have a game.
I sit on the floor.
He comes and gives me a hug.
I kiss his sweet cheek.
He throws his head back and laughs
And I smell his sweet breath.
Then he walks away.
I sit with my arms open and outstretched.
He looks back. Turns around.
Pretends indifference.
I lean forward, lean back.
Waiting. Arms ready to embrace.
Then he toddles forward and
We hug each other tightly.
There is nothing between us
Yet.
May this pattern of return
And reunion, of joy-filled reconciliation,
Be the pattern of our lives.
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