One of them was stumped. "I don't know what to get Sam," they said as we pulled into the parking lot. "I feel like I don't know him as well as his friends do now."
While acknowledging that that's a normal and developmentally appropriate state of affairs, I also told them that I think they maybe knew him better than they thought they did.
"Let's look at some pictures to see if anything comes to mind," I suggested, and I pulled out my phone and we started flicking through albums. Before long, we were laughing over old memories, revisiting moments long forgotten, and appreciating things about being siblings that we hadn't considered in years.
Twenty minutes later, we were hopping out of the car with the perfect gift in mind, and tonight, the two of them are laughing and playing games together like besties. I should have sent them to bed hours ago, but this friendship is too precious to take for granted.
I love that Jesus calls himself our brother. He came to be one of us, know us, love us, care for us, protect us, and take us home.
Every Christmas, we look back through that album and remember -
May you find yourself laughing and staying up late and to enjoy his presence this Christmas, my friends.
Xo.
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