I saw my nephews for the first time in months and was touched beyond words that they still remember their Aunt Wisabiff so fondly. I miss them so much and ache because I'm not a part of their daily lives.
We played and played; trains, tractors, building bridges out of books, upside down airplane, crashing cars, and more. Later we'll go to the park and zoo and create more adventures to conquer.
Zach radiates exuberance with every delighted squeal as he runs a lap around the kitchen table. Ethan, though older, occasionally shows a vulnerable side through his "alpha" brother demeanor.
I sat with both of them watching a movie and thought about their future, their innocence and desire to be loved, their day to day goal of fun and play, and their simple delights and what makes their world crash into a million pieces. To top it off, Mrs. Jumbo was rocking little baby Dumbo to "Baby Mine" (that movie should be outlawed, it's too sad). I thought about the children all around the world who begin their life clean and fresh, waiting to be filled with love and knowledge and how some never get that chance. And Jesus's words never seemed more true. The most important thing, is the little ones.
"But Jesus said, 'Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of heaven.'" Matthew 19:14