Grandpa G came to pick up Biggest Brother last night for their annual vacation. A lot is expected of Biggest Brother in the "every day" here on the home front. But being the oldest does have its perks. One of them being that each summer BBrother and Grandpa take a trip together somewhere. This year they will be joining his cousins to go camping/boating in the Ozarks.
The kids waited anxiously for Grandpa to arrive. And I wondered how the little ones were going to handle having Grandpa show up for just a minute to pick up Biggest Brother and none of them.
I have to say, they did me proud! They greeted Grandpa with smiles and hugs. And not one of them complained that they weren't getting to go too!! In fact, the only tears we had came from Younger Brother, and for a much different reason...
Younger Brother, who normally makes it his daily mission to fight with Biggest Brother as much as possible, was a mess. He ran to the car to give BBrother a last minute hug. And as they drove away, he sat down on the front porch steps and cried and cried...and not because he didn't get to go, but because he didn't want Biggest Brother to leave!
Poor guy! :(Of course I gave him lots of love.
But as a mother, it also does my heart good to see how much they really do love each other...
and to see how selfless they all were about the whole situation.
God has given them some quite amazing little hearts!
1 comment:
yup. got a few tears out of me too.
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