This makes me happy (sols)
It’s not so much because he had on his helmet and big plans to skateboard.
It’s not even that his plans were altered and a book became more pressing than a skateboard.
No. None of that is why my heart overflows from joy well after they are in bed.
This makes me happy because his brother brought home the book for him. “I’ve been dying to read this one,” he said.
“I know,” Jordan replied pulling out his homework. “You can read it while I do my homework then we can skate together.”
“Awesome,” he said sliding into his spot at the table. Jordan sat across from him.
I went through the pile of papers on the counter that is always waiting, no matter that I just dispersed one in the same location the day before. Hannah practiced her clarinet. Steph clomped through in her cleates. I defrosted the chicken; turned on the oven.
Sam read a passage aloud to Jordan. Jordan asked about a math problem. He put away his homework and then squeezed into the same chair as Sam, reading along until the end of the book.
“Thanks, bro,” Sam said closing the book.
“I thought you’d like it,” Jordan said. “Since we’re forever brothers I see things and think of you.” They closed the door on their way out to skate.
And this momma’s heart was happy. If that isn’t a sign of healthy, whole-hearted adjustment, I don’t know what is.
– Posted from my iPhone
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