Our little girl has a soft, sensitive heart.
Last night our children slept over at their grandparents' while Ben and I enjoyed a fun date. Today when we came by to pick up the kids, our three-year-old burst into tears.
"No, no, no!" he cried, "I don't wanna go home! I wanna stay here!" He collapsed in a heap on the floor and buried his head in my lap.
Our seventeen-month-old crawled across the floor toward her distraught brother. She picked up a stray kleenex along the way.
"Dere y' go," she said as she lovingly wiped the tissue across her brother's face. Our caring girl gently patted his cheek.
"Nose. Eyes." She carefully dabbed his tears with her kleenex.
As her brother's crying subsided, she once again exclaimed, "Dere y' go!" and crawled away to play. The soggy kleenex lay abandoned on the carpet.
Our little girl has such a gentle, caring attitude. I look forward to seeing what a beautiful woman of God she will become :-).