“I’ll show you!” he cried, then took off running. “Look how fast I am!”
Of course his brothers took off after him, sprinting away across the field, all of them laughing.
“Don’t go past the sidewalk!” Rebecca called after them. She turned back to us. “Hey, Andrew. Good to see you.”
“Hey, Beccs.” He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Everything going good?”
“Crazy as always,” she said, but couldn’t quite hide the smile around the edges of her lips that betrayed the fact that she wouldn’t have it any other way. “Speaking of crazy, I better try to catch up with the hooligans.” She gave me a stern look. “I’m going to call you about dinner.”
“Okay.” I gave her a quick hug and she turned, pushing her stroller across the grass, calling for the boys to slow down.
“You guys okay?” Andrew asked, watching her go.
I sighed, not at all in the mood to get into it with him. “I’m starving. Let’s get to Cora’s.”
And because Andrew has always known when to push something and when to let it go, he nodded and followed me across the field in the opposite direction of my family.