Painful Sweet Love

Adley biffed on her bike. That happens a lot but this was huge. Her hip was scraped up, her chin swollen and scratched, her knee covered in asphalt, her elbow bleeding beneath a layer of dirt, a sob that she couldn't control and pain that wouldn't subside as I had to scrub and clean away her ouches. It was a terribly sad moment at our house, moments of cuts and scrapes are horrible for me to participate in...as seeing your baby so damaged and hurt.

But we made it though all the cleaning and bandaging. She was going to be fine (as they usually are) and we sat to start reading a book together to distract ourselves from the pains of the recent fall. Chal came in to help monitor the situation. He relayed the amount of love Kyron has for her. After the fall and we went into the house, Kyron sat on the sidewalk with his hands to his face, saying 'Oh no, poor Adley. I hope she is okay.' He held a face of great discern and worry for her sake. So sweet.

The sweet love continued when grandma told Adley she was going to go in the other room and say a prayer to help her. As she walked away to say the prayer, Dax knelt down next to the chair we were sitting in, folded his arms, closed his eyes and started whispering a prayer. A sweet innocent prayer, more reverent than I have ever seen. We couldn't understand his words but he was sincerely talking to Heavenly Father in Adley's behalf.

He quickly got up from the prayer and ran to grandma to see how her prayer went and he announced that he prayed that Santa would still come and see Adley...I know he talked to Heavenly Father about more than Santa Claus, but even if that were all he asked for, my heart melts at how much he cares for that sister of his and how special it is that he knows God is the greatestvsource of comfort for himself and others.