Let brotherly love continue. – Hebrews 13:1 (ESV)
Last week, the boys found a toad in the yard while hanging out with JJ (their daddy, my sweet husband) in the backyard. I was out running errands so I missed this exciting discovery and I was so sad that I did. The ex-elementary-science-loving teacher in me loves when stuff like this comes up in our world.
JJ took some really cute pictures of the boys with this little amphibian (Susannah was not interested, much to my chagrin) and as I was scrolling through the images of a scared looking little toad and two joyful and excited boys who really might squeeze too hard and justify why this frog is looking so scared, I stumbled across this little gem of a photo.
Solomon is not looking at the toad. He is looking straight at his older brother. His road map. His compass. One of the people in his life who he so desperately wants to emulate – the good, the bad, and the ugly.
He looks up to him for guidance. He watches his reactions then adjusts his own to match “bro-bro’s” accordingly. He is still so little (almost two!) and yet so wants to mentally do more than he physically can. This seems to always be the conundrum of a last -born child.
They wrestle a lot. They fight with foam swords a lot. They make messes together a lot. They slug each other a lot. But they always come back to love and have even been caught holding hands while resting on the floor and bonding over “Fireman Sam”.
They are brothers. May their love continue always.
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