These two boys bless my heart. Such a sweet picture of brotherly love. Ten months apart, chocolate and vanilla, they could have never known each another. But through God’s tender mercy they are brothers – best brothers.
When Joshua was just 3 months old and 2 bright pink lines raced down the plastic stick in hand, I had to work to breath. How would I do this? Wait, I couldn’t do it… Care for 4 kids 4 and under? Teach, love, educate, and care for their unique needs? All while fighting in court for the completion of an adoption? He had to be kidding…
What I couldn’t see then were these 2 boys. The loving, wrestling, racing and laughter. I couldn’t see my “twins” from different continents sewn and knit together as forever friends.
I could have missed this, they could have missed this. But because God’s love is great and His pursuit relentless, we didn’t. He saw past the overwhelm, the long nights, and the tears and held our hand while we limped our way to this beautiful picture of love.
Best brothers. Bound and knit together by the Father who made them, this is the stuff of heaven.