My brothers Jeff (left) and Garth (right)
I’ve spent some time today thinking about my brothers. I had two of them, 6 and 8 years older than I. They tortured me and I loved it. I tattled on them and they didn’t love it. They were great brothers. Both of them are gone now, and have been gone for many years. But somehow it doesn’t matter how long they’ve been gone, I miss them.
You see, last year my older brother Jeff would have been welcoming his first grandbaby, the beautiful Lucy Belle, into his family. And any day now my other brother Garth would be welcoming Laila into the family. Both of these baby girls are surrounded by family who adore them. But I can’t help but wonder if God let Jeff and Garth give Lucy and Laila a little kiss before he sends them down to us. Is that too big an assignment for the God of time and space? I don’t think so!
So I’m going to assume that little Lucy and soon-to-arrive Laila have had a little snuggle session with their Grampas. What a beautiful thought!
And then I’m going to snicker a bit that my brothers would be grandfathers. Wow. I mean, I’m still their little sister, after all.
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Absolutely PRECIOUS! I kept Lucy today for Todd & Jenee’ and every moment is heaven….
Way to make a 9 month pregnant hormonal woman bawl her eyes out Auntie Marla. That is a really cool thought. Thanks for sharing. I like to think that Dad got to spend some time with her too.
Love you.
What a great picture…and great memories.
I love reading everything you write…….
Marla – you touched my heart today, this 9th anniversary of the passing of my own beloved brother, Luke. I was looking for your address to send you a card, and came across your blog. Interesting how God works in our lives!
What a great picture…and great memories.