Unified in spirit

We had a stressful evening, partly my own fault. But I was glad to see Jadon and Evangelina ending their day in prayer.

Sibling revelry

I'm not sure what it is about me that makes me so jazzed and joyful when I see siblings demonstrating love and care for each other: is it that we could see from our parents' generation the depth of animosity and harm that could result from unresolved conflict, or perhaps is it the sweetness of my memories growing up with Ruthie who cared for me and taught me and laughed at my jokes and with whom I enjoyed a close relationship even after she left for college?

Obviously I'm most jazzed when I see my own kids love each other. In spite of all the name calling and mild rivalries, I am so moved to know they love each other.

Evangelina had a rough night and wasn't able to get to bed until well after 1am on a rare night Jadon had already gone to bed. I don't know if he never fell asleep or if he woke up when she finally hit the hay, but later I walked past them (they've been camping perpendicularly on the floor of the family room) and noted in the dim light that they were holding hands.