Normally when I get home from work, Nolan runs away when he hears me knock on the door, hiding in the other room for fun. Once I come in, he reenters, usually going back to whatever he was doing rather than giving me a hug or any other greeting.
This time, however, he shouted, "Daddy, let's wrestle!"
I can't put into words the amount of joy that overflowed within me. I'm not sure why, but wrestling with my boy is one of the best things ever.
And wrestle we did.
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