how good and pleasant it is, indeed
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This picture generated more "likes" this weekend on Facebook than anything else I've ever posted.
And not just because of the amazing lizard shirt + seersucker puppy shorts + wild animal camo Toms combo, though Philip wore it well.
This handsome five year old saw me on my knees pushing Zoe's Rifton Mini Pacer so she could take steps without having to move the additional weight of the gait trainer (which, with all its accessories, nearly weighs as much as she does), and he politely dismissed me.
He wanted the job of helping his little sister walk around the playground, one we chose to visit specifically because of the accessibility features. (Local friends, it's Marsh Creek Park's play area, if you want to check it out.)
But to him, it wasn't a job. It was a joy.
Without any suggestion from me, he brought her over to the play wall, made for kids like Zoe to enjoy.
Then he enjoyed it with her.
He wasn't satisfied with that, though. He directed her to the big play structure, where our other four were playing. Zoe wants nothing more than to tag along with her big brothers and sisters, just like any other youngest child.
Up... up... up... and down... down... down... they went.
Full of smiles, full of personality!
Zoe crashed hard on the way home, worn out from all the activity.
And my heart nearly exploded, for the love of two children born across the world from each other and made siblings in a whole 'nother country.
Amazing grace.
And not just because of the amazing lizard shirt + seersucker puppy shorts + wild animal camo Toms combo, though Philip wore it well.
This handsome five year old saw me on my knees pushing Zoe's Rifton Mini Pacer so she could take steps without having to move the additional weight of the gait trainer (which, with all its accessories, nearly weighs as much as she does), and he politely dismissed me.
He wanted the job of helping his little sister walk around the playground, one we chose to visit specifically because of the accessibility features. (Local friends, it's Marsh Creek Park's play area, if you want to check it out.)
But to him, it wasn't a job. It was a joy.
Without any suggestion from me, he brought her over to the play wall, made for kids like Zoe to enjoy.
Then he enjoyed it with her.
He wasn't satisfied with that, though. He directed her to the big play structure, where our other four were playing. Zoe wants nothing more than to tag along with her big brothers and sisters, just like any other youngest child.
Up... up... up... and down... down... down... they went.
Full of smiles, full of personality!
Zoe crashed hard on the way home, worn out from all the activity.
And my heart nearly exploded, for the love of two children born across the world from each other and made siblings in a whole 'nother country.
Amazing grace.
Behold, how good and pleasant it is when brothers{and, in this case, their sisters}dwell in unity!(Psalm 133:1, italics mine)