I have a little boy whose favorite mode of locomotion is a sprint. He may have a future in track and field. He's like a little tornado with boundless energy. He's precocious and curious with a large measure of sweetness. He is such a little blessing to me. People always ask how Grae is with our little Knox. He's so tender and dear. Apart from his desire to pick his brother up by himself or squeeze him in a big brotherly hug, his interactions with Knox are a tender, genuine demonstration of his precious love for his mini brother. More than that, he shows me how much he loves me by his service.
Where has he learned such selfless behavior? Not from his mother, I'm afraid. He has seen this selfless willingness to be at my beckon call from his dear daddy. When I ask Grae to get me a clean diaper or wipes, throw away a soiled one, to put a bottle in the fridge, to replace an errant paci in the car, his prompt reply is, "Sure!" often followed by an, "I love you so much, Mommy!" What a precious response and one that speaks volumes to my own sometimes grumbling and complaining spirit. Out of the mouths of babes . . .
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