Our five-year-old son came upstairs to fill his water cup, then headed back down to the basement play room. At the top of the stairs he paused and shouted out to his seven-year-old sister, "A-, I love you!" Then stomped down the wooden stairs, calling, "Here comes the hug and kiss monster! Grrrrrrrarrr! Grrrrrrarrr!"
You've just got to love that monster brother love.
I was in their room with them the other day, when they started telling each other how much they love each other, and how great the other person was.
"I love you, I-. You're the best brother in the whole world."
"I love you too, A-. You're the best sister in the world."
Okay, so perhaps this very human mommy and daddy haven't messed them up after all.
Or perhaps Jesus is just that good. Yeah. I think that's it.