I sat with my boys breathing in the beautiful smell of sweat and dirt and grass. Summer boys, I call them. We talked about star-gazing, and I read them one of my favorite quotes about the stars.
Ash watched me leaf through my journal to find the quote. Ever the thoughtful one, he asked me about it–what I write in it. We talked about how it’s a place I share my heart, my life. He got it. (I just love that he gets it!)
This need to put my heart somewhere because if I keep it all inside I might burst.
I wonder what the bursting would be like. A glittering shower of tears and smiles, of reds and oranges, of words and pages, of pictures and memories, of hearts and flowers, of grace and forgiveness, all showering around me, filling my world with the beauty and tragedy of life’s dance.
I heard them later in their room, and I listened to their chatter as they wrote in their own notebooks. Bear, pretending to write in cursive and talking about his Diary. Ash, telling him how to spell things and writing what’s important to him with his blue Sharpie pen.
Oh, how I pray for them… that this camaraderie would remain all through their lives.
Sibling love–it is so precious and wonderful.
My heart is overflowing today with my boys.
I think the bursting today would be full of snakes and snails and puppy-dog tails.
Thank you, Jesus, for the sweet gift of life with my boys.
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