Am I the only weirdo who like having my kids home for the summer and is sad when they go back to school? Maybe it’s just that I’m so thankful to have them, and have them healthy. I’m no Mary Poppins. There are times when I feel like I can. not. answer. any. more. questions. But there is something the presence of my kids does to my soul. When we are all together at home, all is right in our world.
Noah feels it, too. He loves having his brothers around him. You can see it all over his face when they walk back in the door. It’s a special, beaming smile he reserves just for them. His brothers.
There was that time after Eli was born that Noah was mad for about two months straight. Who was this kid taking up so much of his mama’s attention? And there was that time that 18 month old Eli walked by Noah at the perfect distance within reach of his very capable right foot, Noah took him down, and busted out laughing. Eli laid there on his back for about five seconds wondering how in the world that had happened.
Of course, let’s face it. Noah would still do that to this day (if Eli wasn’t so much larger than Noah and everyone else in the house) and find it hilarious. Brothers.
Noah was ten when Isaiah was born, so this relationship is different. He looks at his littlest brother with more gentleness, and I just love how the relationships are different but still filled with so much love and humor.
And now my heart has swelled so much that it wants to leak out of my eyes, proving my weirdness, I suppose. So I’ll just leave you with a first day of school pic.
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