How sweet is that?

I might have the sweetest son - and cutest daughter - in the world! Last week, I was crying and thinking about Granny McDonald...how she gleefully says "oh, look, she (or he!) is laughing at me!" whenever one of her grandbabies is smiling at her sweetly. (Granny McDonald is still in Oklahoma, hanging in there, and enduring the necessary surgeries.) Cole looked at me and started saying some word we couldn't understand so I asked him to take daddy to help him. As it turned out, he took Keith to the FREEZEE to get Elmo, his little freezer pack for boo-boos. He brought it back to the bedroom, climbed into bed next to me, and placed Elmo on my forehead. His sweet, concerned little face was inches from mine as he said "feel better" over an over again as he moved it from one cheek to another. Of course, more tears!
I had to laugh the next day when I realized Cole thinks crying = head injury! Too many falls for Cole!
Last night, I resisted the urge to quickly protect my little sitting duck when her big brother plopped down next to her as she played on her blanket on the floor. I watched from the kitchen as he took her hand so they could "hold hands, seesee" and then he put his arm across her tummy as he put his nose near her nose and talked to her. Such a special moment - and, of course, I thought that image could be used for protesting one-child policies!
Ah, what a wonderful world!