“You two are the reason for my gray hairs. I hope you’re proud.” He shakes his head, but there’s no hiding his smile. “Well, I happen to like your gray hairs very much.” Grace leans in to peck his lips, and the look in my brother’s face is one I will never grow tired of—infinite love, raw adoration, and pure devotion. It’s everything I grew up around, everything I miss every day that I’m away from home.
