Warm Fuzzies

Today we were riding in the car and Patrick was singing along to one song in his endless supply of kiddie tunes and he started clapping to the beat. Ben watched with interest for a while and then focused really hard and put his own two hands together. He watched Patrick a little more and then did it again. As I watched them in the rearview mirror (instead of watching the road), I sighed with content to see the two of them interacting and Ben emulating his older brother. I imagined the happy times to come, with my two boys playing happily together with smiles and laughter. Then Ben threw up all over himself and the happy feeling was gone.