He’s My Brother

He’s my brother. 

My youngest grandson just turned one, and he’s beginning to enter big boy territory. Up until now he has pretty much been relegated to watching his Dad and older brother from the comfort of his mother’s arms. 

Lately though, he’s getting a chance to join the fun. Our oldest grandson was the recipient of a kid-sized John Deere Gator for his third birthday. Remarkably he pretty much drove it with the precision of a much older kid from the very beginning. Now he has become quite adept at driving with one hand while holding on tightly to his younger brother.

The little one sits quite still with a big grin on his face as his big brother maneuvers his way through the pasture. It certainly melts this Mimi’s heart to see the two brothers getting along so well, and the little one couldn’t be happier. 

Recently, my daughter sent a photo of the two of them sitting proudly on their horse, Lilly. The older one had his signature smile all the while cradling his brother protectively in his arms. Little brother’s smile said it all. 

He seemed to instinctively know that he was in good hands with his brother, and didn’t have any plans to abandon ship. Now that he’s getting older, and able to interact with his older brother they seem to be getting along quite well. 

Now there has been some growing pains along the way, but I know there are plenty of adventures up ahead for these two.

Photo credit to my daughter.