|No personal space involved here.|
Batman (a.k.a Noah) swooped down from the steps and leapt onto the couch. "I will save you," he pronounced to the hostage, a little fella by the name of Calvin. He bounced hard on the couch cushion making his hostage giggle from the bounces. Batman wielded his almighty powerful stick (leftover firewood from last night) and protected the 14-month-old hostage from all the invisible "bad guys" surrounding the couch. That's right, you protect him, my boy. Take him on your adventures. Let him see life through your eyes, your laughter.
|Even Batman needs to get dressed.|
The Jesus Storybook Bible was open on her lap. "Thud, thud, thud," Sophie was emphatically recounting the story of David and Goliath to the little lamb snuggled up in her side. "I will fight you in the strength of the Lord," she read on as Calvin sat still, eyes open and still, soaking up all the sounds from his sister's story. She paused to straighten him up before he nose-dived into the couch. Tell him your stories, Sophie. Tell him the story of Jesus. Take him under your arm, tell him about your love, tell him about Jesus' love. He'll listen. Tell it to him again.
|Another one of the many times she's caught reading to him ;).|
The fire crackled and hissed as Darryl put on a fresh log. Calvin lay on the floor by us, silent, mesmerized by the firelight. He was calm for once, seeming to be out of pain. Darryl brushed threw his hair (the hair that desperately needed to be cut but his mom just couldn't quite do it). "How can something so broken be so beautiful?" Darryl wondered as his little boy swung his arm up to hit his daddy's face. Is it the image of God shining through more brightly in children like these? Innocence? What is it?
These moments are slices of heaven on earth.