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.