One of my favorite things, as a mother,
is to see my boys show tremendous love for one another.
A couple of days ago, we went outside to meet Talmage after he got off the bus.
Wesley was so excited to see him that he started running full speed across the driveway and tripped and fell, scraping open his hand.
When Talmage came walking up, Lincoln excitedly ran around the corner to walk with him.
Talmage was instantly concerned about Wesley's hand and, when he learned what had happened,
rushed into the house to get him a band-aid and secure it across his palm.
He then pulled out his reading assignment for the day and said,
"Wes, do you want me to read my book to you?"
And soon they were both absorbed in the story.
Tonight, all three boys wanted to sleep in the same (twin-size) bed.
We try to allow things that will facilitate their friendship so I agreed but,
finally, after a long time with lots of shrieks and giggles,
I had to split them all up (Lincoln was evidently tickling the other two).
Moments like these make my heart sing.
When we found out Lincoln was a boy,
I began to imagine scenarios where three little boys would tag along together on their adventures,
and I hoped and prayed that they would be best friends.
I hope they're always such great buddies.