Friday, February 10, 2012
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.