I have two sons.
They have never met face to face.
Never tickled, giggled, wrestled on the floor, thrown a ball, or played a prank or peek-a-boo.
They have T-shirts that say “big brother” and “little brother.”
They know each other’s nicknames and that they have similar eyes. They know that they share the same mom.
And I know that the only way I can wrap my arms around one is to leave the…