Sam and Vava's favourite game lately is Giant Baby.
The idea of the game started back when Kachi first learned to crawl. He would make his way over to the train track or car mat and grab Sam's car or Vava's train, then throw it across the room or shove it in his mouth. Sam & Vava, lost in their miniature play world, would make their still-safe vehicles race away from the Giant Baby who was causing all the mayhem. Kachi, always eager to follow his siblings, would crawl after them, and they would shriek in delicious pretend-fright.
Now that he can run, and navigate stairs like a boss, they play this all the time.
This afternoon, I was vacuuming the bedrooms, and Sam and Vava were running from Giant Baby. Kachi was gleefully chasing them in and out of every room, clutching his ragged blankie in one hand and holding a monster truck in the other. Sam's hair was full of sweat from running so hard, and Vava was pink-cheeked and sparkly-eyed. The giggles and happiness and glad-we're-together-ness caught at my heart.
I love my weird kids... especially in the way they love each other.
And it gets me, because I have amazing sisters and a wonderful brother, and we have so many special, strange, shared moments and memories. And I know there were occasionally times when I would have packed them up and traded them in for the peace and quiet and concentrated attention of single-childhood, but I am so glad that God placed me in my family, with my brother and sisters.
And I feel the same way about my brothers and sisters in the church. We get on each other's nerves sometimes, sure, and sometimes we have to have a talk with our Father, but together we have this inexplicable, beautiful, generous, joyful bond in Jesus ...
I'm so glad that God takes the lonely and places us in families (Psalm 68:6).
Have fun celebrating Christmas together, friends.
And if you're looking for a game to play, you probably can't go wrong with Giant Baby.