I overheard my two youngest sons wrestling and play fighting in the backrgound as I brewed my next cup of espresso from HemisphereCoffeeroasters.com. They would lightly smash eachother in the arm, face, leg, whatever body part that would not cause permanant damage to the opponent. It reminded me of my younger years when I would wrestle with my younger brother, and then we would both tackle our little sister, pin her to the ground, and threaten to allow drool and spit to fall on her face as we asked who was her favorite brother…for some reason I could never stop or pull the spot back into my mouth before it broke off and “accidentally” fell on her face somewhere. Ahhh…family. Those were the days. Of course I do not recall taking it lightly as we fought our little sister. i think we had the assumption that if God wanted to save her from our torment…he would have, but alas he did not. I figured we were simply doing God’s will (he-he) I wouldn’t say that we were necessarily sent from above to toughen our sister up for the real world where regular everyday people would no treat her as kind as usually did. Where was I…
Oh yes, the boys were wrestling in the next room when I heard one hit the ground as if he had been mortally wounded. He played out a death scene in a movie he recently saw where the wounded victim fought for his life. In the best drama, oscar winning moment, he crawled to a nearby chair weeping and gasping for his last breath before he gave up the ghost…I smiled as his younger brother watched closely his elder bro who played out his part perfectly…right before he copied his every move to the last breath, tear, and cry out for vengence. The wife and I quietly chuckled as the moment unraveled before us. The older son would flop his arm on the ground one last time, then the younger woulkd follow. Boys being boys…what a sight to see. God has blessed us with three adoring children and they keep us on our toes and in stitched every step of the way.
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