The Mighty Fine McBrayers: She Loves Him

I hoped you would like him.

I hoped that the 5 1/2 year age gap was not going to be so wide and distancing that you held not interest in him.

I prayed there would not be strong jealousy issues and that you would never feel the urge to pinch him or stick Legos up his nose when I wasn’t looking.

I know I have mentioned it before, but the deep bond there often floors me. I love you two so deeply and profoundly that it often makes my heart hurt just to look at you. I see that same love for each other in you.

There were hours that passed as this little girl sat and stared lovingly at this little guy. He was a personal gift from God, one she had prayed for. He couldn’t talk or play, and she wasn’t even allowed to hold him much yet, but oh how precious he was already to her.

In the mornings, she would beg me to bring him to her first. Before breakfast. Before I changed him. First. Please let me see him before he does anything else, she would beg me. Come wake me up with him being the first thing I see. I will have missed him the whole night.

And so it became a ritual, and each morning she gives him her first smiles and kisses. He never seems to mind the morning breath.

I never have to ask her to play with him. She is already there. Willingly.

There is a sweet murmured language that is spoken. Only these two understand it. I see her leaning in to his ears all the time, but I never hear the words. They are his words, not meant for anyone else. The calm him, they soothe him, they center him. They are his words. A gift from her lips.