Tonight, Ruby and I went through our normal bedtime routine. We prayed, we sang, we rocked, and then I laid her down with her blanket. As I slipped out of her room to tuck the boys in, she began to cry. After only a few minutes in the boys' room, I went back in and got her. She was already screaming, red-faced, and angry.
I headed back to the boys room to tuck Myers in and gently placed Ruby in between me and Myers on his tiny twin-sized bottom bunk. As I lay there on my 6 inches of mattress, (silently wondering how long the bed could possibly hold all 3 of us) I watched as Myers gently brushed his sister's hair off her forehead and rubbed her face. She slowly calmed and the crying stopped. Every so often she would whimper and he would draw her near, patting her back, and whispering to her. After a while, I thought they were both asleep and then she rolled over throwing both her tiny arms around Myers' neck holding on tight. I stayed statue still, eyes filling with tears, feeling slightly like an intruder watching the love these two share.
Since she was born, Myers has taken the role of big brother very seriously. He protects her and dotes on her constantly.
I am so thankful God chose Kevin and I to be the parents of these 4 precious children.
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