While we were at home for my son's grandfather's funeral, my nephew told him, "I hope you don't cry."
I got ready to fuss at him. "Why? It's okay if he cries. It's his grandpa!"
"Because," my nephew said, "When he cries, I get tears in my eyes. I want to cry to. I don't know. Like when he hurt his nose in basketball and he was lying on the court, I cried, too. It's like we have the same power."
And of course, I melted. "That's love," I told him gently.
And he was right. Love is the sweetest power. I am so glad my son has someone who loves him so much. They've pretty much been raised like brothers (my sister and I lived together for years and now, my nephew lives with me) but just to hear that love put in halting, eleven-year-old words...
It's the sweetest thing I've ever known.