Brothers

Brothers. Brothers? Really? Are we sure? Some days I don’t really know.

Look at them? They are so completely different. Wyatt’s hair is verging on white and is bone straight. Dax’s hair is just likes Austin’s. It has curl, it’s coarse and it’s slowly getting shades and shades darker as he gets older. Dax has hazel eyes. Wyatt has blue. They don’t even look like they have the same mama, let alone parents. Dax is so dark and Wyatt is so fair. Dax is skinny and musclely. Wyatt is plumper and heftier (which is not a good thing for Dax when Wyatt figures out he has this advantage over his brother). Dax is right handed, and from what we can tell, Wyatt will probably be left. Wyatt is a people person. He’s social and happy to tell his stories with any stranger. He’ll let you hold him and gives hugs and kisses to anyone. Dax on the other hand reserves hugs and kisses for those special people he knows really well. He’s kinda a loner. Not in a bad way, but in the way that he doesn’t need the company of others to have fun or to be entertained. He’s happy playing all by himself.

In some aspects, they couldn’t be on more different ends of the spectrum.

And yet, in other aspects they are two peas in a pod.

They have the same twinkle in their eye. This adorable, mischievous twinkle that makes my heart melt. They both have a tiny bit of in-toeing, that they’ll most likely grow out of, but it makes them the fastest, swiftest runners, and they look completely the same when they take off across the yard their little legs going a mile a minute. I wish mine could still do that. They make the same expressions. Their “surprised face” is identical with their big eyes and “o” shaped mouth. It’s one of my most favorite expressions they make. They have the same laugh, and when you get them laughing at the same time, you can’t help but laugh at them laughing. They like the same food. I think they secretly communicate at the dinner table and occasionally veto the dinner I’ve made on the same night just so I will make them hot dogs instead. They have the same stubborn, self sufficient, I-can-do-it-myself, attitude. I wonder where they got that?

I love how different they are and I love how similar they are. I love that they are individuals and I love that they are cookie-cutters of one another. I love that they are my boys. I love that I love them.

And I love that they love each other.

Just like brothers should.