It was eerily quiet in the house the other day. Your little brother had just been scolded for cracking the screen on my tablet. I was pretty upset with him even though it was an accident. And he was pretty upset about the whole thing, too. After I had taken a few moments to think about the situation before I grounded him for life, I went back into the living room to have a chat with you both, but neither of you were there. After looking around for a bit, I found you two quietly snuggled up in the blankets on your top bunk. You were reading a book to him and he was happy. Since you don't usually allow him in your bed, I knew it was a special moment between you two.
You have been gifted with empathy. When people feel bad around you, you want to make them feel better. I often see you try to hug or kiss away Ian's sadness, but this was different. This was more. I have no idea how it all unfolded. How you two came to decide to crawl up in your bed and read a book - because that just never happens. But I do know that Ian felt his brother's love for him that afternoon. God knew exactly what he was doing when he made you the big brother. Keep up the great work, Elliott!
Next up on this month's Letters to Our Sons blog circle is Chrissy Sandifer. Go see what she has in store for her "not so little" guy!