There is no way to explain to my 15 month old son that his brothers have to leave on Sunday afternoon to go back to their mom’s house. It breaks his little heart. He keeps saying goodbye to them for at least an hour after they’re gone. Today, he got the car keys and brought them to me. He then tried to lead me to the front door saying his word for brothers. He loves them so much!
It’s just one of those things that really, really sucks about the broken stuff in this life.
I hope that some day, he learns to trust the One who loves Him most intimately and deeply, so that the injustice in his life can be touched by Love.