When we learned we were expecting our fourth child, Big Boy refused to entertain the possibility that we could have a third girl. He insisted that we’d already had a girl, so this one had to be a boy.
When Little Boy was born, Big Boy discovered that infants don’t make good playmates. Almost every day for many weeks, he asked me if Little Boy was big enough to play yet.
This year his wait was finally over.
I think this is the kind of brotherly love Big Boy had in mind three years ago.
This happens every day. Yes, it terrifies me. Stitches and broken bones will come — the only question is when. But I do love watching them play… when they aren’t arguing.