But that’s not something you can give me.”

The ball bounced toward us.

Austin ran after it, calling out an apology before it even reached the flowerpot.

Wyatt followed, insisting the throw hadn’t been his fault.

Elaine laughed.

“Some things haven’t changed since they were five.”

“Some things never will,” I said.

As the boys returned to their game, I thought of the two sets of footprints on the card.