When We Will Not See

“Children are the living messages we send to a time we will not see.” -Neil Postman

My babies.

You didn’t even know that I took this picture of you.

You pose for pictures all the time with silly smiles and savvy style. I really, really like those shots and even taking the selfie version of them with you. But it’s the moments like this one – that you didn’t even realize was happening – that I love the most.

Here you were waiting for a swim lesson, which was running late. It was hot out there at the pool. So hot. Miami in summer hot. In my head, I was doing the whining and complaining I always beg you not to do. You were so patient.  

Picture-perfect:

Big Sis put her arm around Little Brother. On her own while we waited. Just because. Just because she was reminding him not to be nervous for his lesson and that she’d be right there.

And he edged in closer to her. Just because. Just because he was reminding her that he likes his view from there with her arm around him and that he’d be right there.

You’ve been like his second little mama since the day he was born. And you’ve been her partner in fun and kindness (and crime) since the day you arrived.

And now the only roles we want you two to share are best friends forever. It’s ok for you to argue and debate and fight. They say it’s healthy and good for you. But also laugh with, protect and love on one another. You have the gift of each other. And the gift Daddy and I pray for in return is that you’ll always have each other’s backs, even (especially) when it’s the time we will not see.