On the Road...

The funniest things always happen while we are in the car...

Cue Beckett fussing.

Brant begins to sing "Jesus Loves Me" in sweet attempt to calm his baby brother down.

Hmmm...what should I sing for him next?

Well, how about "Amazing Grace?"

Oh, okay. Amaaaaaazing Graaaace...--Uh-oh. I don't have that one anymore.

You don't have it any more?

No. I guess it got swallowed up.

Swallowed up?

Yeah. Swallowed up...by like, "ABCD" or "Away in the Manger" or some other "muscic." It's swallowed up and I just don't have it any more. But I do have "ABCD." How bout that?

And by some miracle, the singing works, and the fussing stops.

What a precious heart to want to calm his brother. I have been amazed in so many ways as I watch Brant care for his brother...a brother that demands a lot of attention and more of mommy's time and energy than anticipated. He has shown a great maturity in many of the matters where Beckett's health is concerned. He is a very preceptive little boy, and I think he knows when Beckett is having a hard day or things are hard. I think he understands that we work very hard to take special care of his brother. I am proud of him. He genuinely loves "his baby," and I am so thankful for that. It has been so neat to watch the relationship between the two boys, even at such an early age. Beckett loves to laugh at his brother and learn from his brother. They both laugh until they have to catch their breath. It is precious. I pray often that Brant continues to love and care about his brother--without carrying the burden of his health--, in a situation that would be so easy to resent his brother for having more needs than many babies. I pray that God will guard his heart from feelings of anxiety and resentment. We try our best to protect him from what he doesn't need to know or feel, but he is aware. We know God is taking care of him and always has. We know God is in control.

And so I pray for my sweet Brant.