Often times I ask the boys, individually, if we're best friends. They usually say yes, but most likely because they want a Swedish fish. I know I'm not their best friend; they're each other's best friend.
Little Jonas has a lump in his throat. We had to visit the doctor twice last week. (He's fine.)
On Tuesday, I left work early to take Jonas to the doctor. I asked Rachel to have him ready so we could head out as soon as I got there. I went into the house to get him and was greeted by a sad little Julian. If you could've seen his face. So pitiful. "What's wrong, buddy?" I asked, knowing full well what the problem was. "My head hurts. I need to go to the hospital with Jonas."
I made him stay at home, and it broke my heart. He watched us leave from the living room window. He had on that little face he makes when you know he wants to breakdown, but he's trying to be brave.
On Thursday, Jonas had to go back to the doctor. This time, I took Jules with us. I walked into the house and once more I was greeted by a sad brother. "What's wrong, Jules?" Today, it was his elbow that hurt and needed medical attention. "Alright," I said, "I reckon you should go see the doctor with us." You would've thought we were going to Disney World! Both boys were so happy!
They had everyone at the doctor's office gushing over them. They were holding hands walking down the hall. Giving each other hugs and high 5s. Trading hot wheels cars. You know, brother stuff.
Here's to hoping they remain close always. I love my little best friends.
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