Three boys, plus the new guy.

Four boys.

Tag playing, tree climbing, “those new pants won’t have fabric on the knees for long”, boys.

When I show up to photograph that many brothers, I expect to be photographing a football game, even if there are snow drifts covering the doormat.

Not these brothers.

Tossing, running, and jumping were willingly traded for cuddling, holding, and snuggling.

Not a ball, or a grumble, to be found.

They’re loving the new guy.

I’ve never met a sweeter bunch.