A few months ago, I wrote about Christopher's execution of both ground and aerial attacks targeted at his brother, Ben, during the night. If Christopher wants more water in his bottle, he frequently throws it at Ben in an effort to wake him up and provide a refill. If Christopher gets cold during the night, he will crawl to the end of his bed, reach over to the foot of Ben's bed, and rouse Ben from sleep with a firm grasp on Ben's foot so Ben can tuck the blankets around Christopher again.
Last night, neither the traditional ground or air attack was sufficient to accomplish his objective. I put Christopher to bed, in his bed, as usual. When I woke my boys up in the morning, Christopher had crawled out of his bed and snuggled with Ben under his blanket. I don't know whether Christopher was cold or just wanted some company. Either way, as a father, I was touched by Christopher's love for Ben and Ben's love and compassion for Christopher. I am truly blessed as a father to witness such simple and pure love between my boys who are physically very different, but are spiritually one.
Last night, neither the traditional ground or air attack was sufficient to accomplish his objective. I put Christopher to bed, in his bed, as usual. When I woke my boys up in the morning, Christopher had crawled out of his bed and snuggled with Ben under his blanket. I don't know whether Christopher was cold or just wanted some company. Either way, as a father, I was touched by Christopher's love for Ben and Ben's love and compassion for Christopher. I am truly blessed as a father to witness such simple and pure love between my boys who are physically very different, but are spiritually one.