Joyless?

Wub

Wub is what I call my nephew Jaxon. I've called him that since the day I found out Amy was pregnant with him. I'm not sure where it came from, but it just fits him. I love my Wub so much. People say Sam looks like me, but Jax acts like me. It's kinda true. Today I went to Amy's house for lunch with her and my parent s and the boys. My sister's brother in law was there, which I thought was strange when I pulled in the driveway. When I went inside Jax was crying on the couch and Wayne, who's a doctor, was looking at his arm. Jax is not quite three yet. He's a very sensitive child. Not wussy sensitive, but just tender. I have not seen him cry like that ever, I don't think. It wan't one of those I fell down and hurt myself cries. He was in pain. My heart broke standing there watching my little wub cry and get checked by uncle Dr Wayne. He was so gentle with him and didn't even seem to hear Jax crying. After the trauma passed, mamaw picked up Jax and he looked at me over her shoulder and gave me a grin through red puffy eyes and crocodile tears. It's hard to describe the love of a child. I think it 's the sweetest thing there is. When Wub tugs my hand and wants me to pick a book or video, or show me he can do somersaults or gives me chocolate cookie kisses before I leave or just out of nowhere says, I love you aunt Alie, my heart swells. It hit me today that that's how God feels about us. We are his wubs. His heart breaks when we hurt and it swells when we tug at his hand. pretty amazing. Once a child, always a child.

posted by Alie @ 2:41 PM