Yesterday we walked the bike path, and as I pushed both kids in the stroller, Harper began to fuss. As she became louder, Henry became curious, and I noticed him peek over to Harper's side of the stroller. And then I noticed his hand reach over to her side. I surely thought he was poking her eyes out because Henry is a boy, and boy's think eyeballs are cool.
I slowed the stroller down so that I could see what was going on. As I walked around to the front of the stroller, I realized that Harper was calming down. I then noticed something that I could hardly believe.
He was holding her hand!
I think my reaction, in the middle of the bike path, was to shout, "Oh my Heavens!" I could not contain myself. He was holding her hand!
And I kid you not, people, as we continued on our walk, my little boy would not let go of his sister's hand.
Please, Lord, tell me this is a metaphor for their future as brother and sister.
And if not, dear Lord, please protect my daughter's eyeballs.