“Uncle Hayes, do you think the twins will like chocolate milk like I do?” Cutler asked, as he stood next to my chair where Savannah sat on my lap. “I think they’ll look up to you to tell them what’s good and what’s bad.” I ran my hand over the top of his hair. The kid who had truly taught all of us how to be a father. How to love fiercely. How to show up for the people you cared about. This kid is all of ours.
