Midnight.
He’s five.
She’s eleven.
Last night they fell asleep side by side in her bed.
Big sister.
Little brother.
They fell asleep and they were holding hands.
As in – interlocking fingers holding hands.
That is sugary sweet enough to give me cavities.
My word.
Preciousness defined.
Those intertwined fingers. Post race exhaustion having won the wide awake battle.
And I know I am blessed – surrounded by a glorious abundance of affection.
I love the way the two of these kiddos love one another.
3 Comments
Shelley
::sob::
Sara
So precious!
You are blessed
And you are a blessing!
I praise God today for you, my friend, as you find joy and even contentment and
Blessing
In the middle of hard.
You are precious!
Lana
Our oldest son and youngest daughter were this way. There is an 11 year difference and it nearly broke their hearts when he went away to Clemson many years ago. Enjoy!