I'm not sure if I'll actually put color on this (too many things I'd need to work out that I'm not wanting to do right now), but I love the story. My oldest son really likes playing with kids (as opposed to me) and is always trying to get my youngest to do something with him. After dancing together last Sunday, the youngest decided he was done and lugged his stool to the window to look at the snow. My oldest said, "OK, now we can look at the snow!" He went over to my youngest and tenderly put his hand on the small of his brother's back. My youngest wasn't so sure about the whole thing, but it certainly filled me up with warm joy!