I know that when I start getting behind on posting stories and pictures, there is no catching up. When I’m packing my days to the brim, and am running on fumes by the time my little man goes to bed, I’m in big trouble. Not only do I have more than ever to talk about, but I will quickly forget the littlest most important things, and I will never catch up. So most of the trip thus far is going to be put in one big memory jogging post following this one. But some moments are too good to ever risk forgetting.
We took the red eye to Boston – Brendan did great. He slept, albeit fitfully, the whole way. Mom and Dad didn’t fare as well. We got back to Grandma and Grandpas house and we all needed a little nap. A few hours later, the boys arrived. Brendan stood slightly cautious near his parents, but had a big smile on his face as three big boys came in to see him. Daddy helped everyone share a gentle hug, and then the playing began. So much playing. So much immediate love. All of them let Brendan climb all over them, and they don’t even get upset when Brendan takes their toys – or even when he accidentally throws the toys at their heads. Each of the boys has a unique relationship with Brendan. Brady is a lover. He is extra gentle – he is the one who leaned down to quietly tell Brendan secrets last Christmas, and he is still just as sweet. Michael plays with Brendan like he is an old friend. He talks to him like he’s sure Brendan knows what he is saying, and Brendan responds as if he does. Michael taught Brendan the joy of playing with cars – complete with sound effects. Each of the boys brought back special souvenirs for Brendan – but Michael knew what he wanted to get, and they had to go look for it. Brett and Brendan have a really special connection – I can’t even explain it. They just love each other. Brett looks after him like another brother – maybe even more than he does with his brothers. He is always the first to ask if he can sit next to Brendan at dinner, or hold him, or give him his bottle. Brendan gazes at Brett with awe. So I guess it shouldn’t have surprised me when the boys were playing later that first day, and suddenly, Brendan reached out for Brett – not to climb on him, but because he wanted to hug him. He hugged, and hugged and hugged. Long enough for me to get my phone and capture the last little bit of arm holding on post hug.
Then Brendan sought out his other two cousins, and gave them exactly the same kind of spontaneous, genuine and generous hugs.
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Brendan is as sweet and loving as they come, but he doesn’t even do this kind of hugging with his Mama and Daddy. To say I was touched is the understatement of the year. So you can imagine how I felt when the boys showed up the next morning, and the very first thing my son did was walk over to Brett and hug his biggest cousin. No extra hugs for the other cousins, but we knew Brett and Brendan had something extra special. I realized that this is why Joel is always on me to carry my camera around – but I still can’t do it. As much as I want to capture these moments on film, it’s just as precious to me to sit and soak in them like a warm bath on a rainy evening. That’s why sometimes you’re just stuck with my words. I’m not a photographer, I’m not a writer – I’m just a lovesick fan of my baby boy.
That’s why last night, as much as I wanted to insist that Rob grab his phone as quickly as he could to film what was going on, I just sat tight and witnessed Brett reading to Brendan. He started with, “That’s Not My Puppy”, and I loved how he would read the actual text to Brendan, and then whisper his editors commentary to me like, “Wow, those paws really are pretty bumpy, actually’. He followed up with a reading of Goonight Moon, and when Uncle Robby suggested that he read it super quietly so he could help Brendan get sleepy for bedtime – Brett did just that. I don’t have it on film, but I know that couldn’t have properly captured the beauty of that moment. I just feel so blessed to have witnessed it.