Every day the bond between them grows stronger. We can see the love Emory has for Caleb all over his little face. His idol. Caleb, on the other hand, has his good and bad days. Caleb, in most ways, is definitely my son. He alternates between generous and caring, to grade-A hoarder and totally impatient in a matter of minutes. But he loves his brother. He kisses Emory every morning and night before bed, and he insists that he gets to sit next to him at dinner. Then there are the other kinds of brother moments too, the yanking of Embo's arms in ways that seem like he's determined to pull them off, the need to constantly squeeze and pinch his cheeks - hard, and the urge to yell things at him in a baby voice at the top of his lungs. But Embo, he just keeps doing his thing. Smiling his crooked, dimpled smile, laughing, surfing the rug, and patiently plotting his revenge. We see bits of it come through at times, when out of no where his hand shoots like a rocket straight to Caleb's hair and yanks with all his might. Then he smiles a twisted smile, and he's back to his happy self. In that way, Embo is most definitely Rob's son.
The dynamic of oldest and youngest, of genius and apprentice, teacher and student, driver and passenger, unconditional love and adoration, they are gifts to see unfold. There is a lifetime ahead of learning for these boys. They will find out who they are and where they'll settle... into themselves and into each other as brothers. As their parents, we're just lucky to be along for the ride.
Brotherly love is unlike any other.
