Be patient, therefore, brothers, until the coming of the Lord. See how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, being patient about it, until it receives the early and the late rains. You also, be patient. Establish your hearts, for the coming of the Lord is at hand. -James 5:7-8
I was trying to capture the late afternoon light on my Mother's Day flowers while dinner cooked. Buddy and Punkin came rushing in from the backyard with Punkin crying. He had a scratch from a thorn in the garden. Buddy insisted on getting the first aid box down and fixing up on his brother himself. He got a wet paper towel and washed it off. Then he put first aid cream on it and a band aid. I said, "You did a good job there! I didn't know you knew how to do that."
"Yes. I do know how because you taught me. You did it for me."
Happy Mother's Day to all my fellow first aid box owners!
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