All of a sudden Sam started singing a song for his brother. "Will, will, crying crying. Will, Will yay!" (He's destined for stardom!) Followed shortly by demands, "Will, hand. Will, hand."
I looked in my rear view mirror just in time to watch them each reach out their little arms to hold hands. Fits of giggles from both followed.
My. Heart. Exploded. I freaking LOVE these kids. How darn lucky am I? How darn lucky are they to have each other?
Sure, there will be fights . . . there already are. Sure, they'll compete with each other. Sure they'll get on each others nerves. That's normal, expected.
But I hope they will always know brotherly love. I hope they are each others' best friend, at the end of the day, when all their other friends have gone home. I hope Sam continues to stick up for his little brother, Will, when other kids steal his toys. I hope that Will protects Sam's feelings when one day another kid tries to hurt them. I hope in the the face of adversity they stand united. I hope when one triumphs they celebrate together. I hope they hold and build each other up.
While they may go their own ways, like their own things, have their own friends -- I hope my boys grow to know what I see today -- that there is nothing stronger, or more real, than true brotherly love.
Grandma is crying... what a wonderful story about my two favorite little boys!!! Thank you for sharing, and give them both a hug for me.
ReplyDeleteThat is wonderful and so true. I was protected always and no one but no one could say or do anything to me as long as my sister was around. We can only wish the same for them, such a touching story.
ReplyDelete