Never Thought I Would See This Day

We met the Brewer family almost 3 years ago. Our sons were in Kindergarten together at Trinity, and a mutual friend put us in contact with each other as big G was putting together a basketball team for some of the boys at school. I instantly knew Alice would become a dear friend of mine. I was drawn to her kind, thoughtful and honest nature, her down to earth, no pretenses kind of character, her intelligence, her confidence, and her visibly strong faith. Added to all of this were these 3 amazing sons that she and her husband had raised to be self-assured, polite and well mannered young gentlemen. I wanted to know the name of the handbook that they were using!

Little G and Alice's youngest son, David, became great friends, as did Alice and I. The boys shared many of the same interests outside of school and as it turned out, we found out that we attended the same church and lived maybe just a mile or two apart.

The boys grew in their friendship, and we began to see more and more of David. The boys enjoyed playing together after basketball games and after church on Sundays.

Remember that this was almost 3 years ago. S and B were not in the picture yet as we were just a family of 3 at that point. We were not holding out much hope for expanding in those days. This fact made David's stories about his brothers all the more fascinating not only to little G, but to G and I, too! I can remember on more than one occasion sitting around our big farmhouse kitchen table , wide eyed and mesmerized by stories that David would share about made-up games that he played with his brothers. They would hide in the back of their mother's closet and play King. They dressed up, had their own language, had defined ranks, it sounded like quite a game! From David's point of view, he never got the fair end of the deal with him being the youngest. Seems like he was always at the King's beck and call!

Little G could not get enough of these stories, and to be honest, neither could I. There was such a longing in my heart for this sort of sibling bond and relationship. It was almost palpable. I wanted so much for little G to have those experiences and my heart was just breaking listening to that which I thought I could never give him.

Little did I know that I was barely pregnant at that very moment, listening to tales of brotherhood, praying desperately for the same. It was too early to know, and I had all but given up hope.

Fast forward 3 years and here we are with 3 boys of our own now. I still pinch myself!

And would you believe that at supper tonight, our boys were just like those Brewer boys, making up their own unique brother game that involved a new language. One that only they understood. Nobody else knew what was being said, even if they pretended they could. Rules were made. Unintelligible words were spoken, shared, and understood only between the boys. Even baby B was in on this one.

I sat at the table with tears streaming down my face. I never thought I would see this day.

I think that's what makes me appreciate these seemingly unimportant moments in our everyday life all the more.

Give thanks to the Lord, call on his name; make known among the nations what he has done. Sing to him, sing praise to him; tell of all his wonderful acts. Glory in his holy name; let the hearts of those who seek the Lord rejoice. Look to the Lord and his strength; seek his face always. Remember the wonders he has done, his miracles, and the judgments he pronounced
Psalm 105