Yesterday, while taking a short walk through our neighborhood, my daughter got nervous.
I told her to continue holding my hand and to hold her Daddy's hand.
She said no. "Brother's hand." "You want to hold Brother's hand?" "Yes."
insert melting heart here.
W shifted his glove and baseball to his other hand and then took his sister's hand into his own.
For a few minutes, I was able to see the beginning of a relationship that I hope will grow and continue for the rest of their lives.