It isn’t so much that our daughter is reading to her queasy brother bundled in his train blanket on the couch, though that would be enough. Nor is it that she’s on her third book.
It’s that deep inside she’s a helper and a giver…and, well…sometimes the pull is strong.
Which was why she slipped from the lunch table without notice to kneel by her brother. And which is why when I heard her sweet voice, I dissolved the last of my chip instead of chewing.
I didn’t want to miss the moment–this smidge of sunshine amidst the rain.