Racing on your bikes in the driveway until the sun goes down on a warm July night.
Sitting next to each other. Blurry-eyed, bedhead sticking up, eating breakfast on school mornings, discussing Star Wars, Nerf guns and all the stuff little boys talk about.
Arguing over who got the biggest cookie.
Having laugh-filled sleepovers in each other’s rooms on Friday nights.
Doing every annoying thing you can just for the sake of making each other mad.
Playing epic Minecraft sessions together on Saturday afternoons.
Splashing in the lake together on a summer day.
Fighting in the backseat over who’s looking at who and who’s touching each other on family road trips.
Climbing and sitting in trees in the backyard together.
Playing tag in the dark on cold winter mornings waiting for the school bus.
Flying like the wind down snowy hills together on a sled.
Building mammoth Lego towers in the living room together.
Wrestling in a pile on the living room floor while the dog looks on and barks.
Getting in a shoving match over who cheated at Uno.
Roasting marshmallows over the campfire together to make S’mores.
Shrieking and running as you spray each other with the garden hose on a hot day.
You’ll always be brothers. You’ll always love each other, I hope. But in just eight more years, David will go to college. You’ll never be together in the same way again. Wade, you’ll grow up and go to college too.
You’ll both go your separate ways, have careers, marry, have families of your own. Those will be good days. Those will be great days. But these days you’ll look back on fondly and remember as The Good Ol’ Days.
So, I want to tell you now to cherish these days. To tuck the memories in your hearts. The trouble with the Good Ol’ Days is that you don’t know they’re the Good Ol’ Days until they’re over.