Two days ago Monkey woke up with a seizure. This is not unusual. He often has seizures all night long. In this case, it was just this one, first thing. Monkey and Princess share a bedroom. We live in an old two-bedroom house. We really could use the third. But houses don’t really sell here and secretly we love our house. It has old oak floors and bead-board ceilings.

So they share a room. This works pretty well most of the time. He doesn’t wake up when she gets up crying for mommy and she doesn’t wake up when he’s having a seizure. On this occasion however, Saturday morning about 8am, she did. He sometimes makes noises when having a seizure and did this time. Princess woke up instantly. ‘Oh no bru bru! Oh no!’ They sleep in single beds side by side. She has an owl stool she uses to get in and out of her bed. Down she goes, pushes the owl stool across to Monkey’s bed and gets in. Pulls the covers off him, checks on him, decides he needs further attention and comes running for mommy and daddy. This seems like an appropriate time to remind you that Princess is two.

This is what it is all about isn’t it? We as parents live for moments like this. It is a pure reflection of God’s love in our children’s lives. We would love to take credit for these times. However, that would be like claiming the miracle of Monkey’s life in general. It is in moments like this we’re reminded of what is more than just us. We get a glimpse of love just as it was meant to be, untethered and worthy of imitation.