Our church held a fun family 5K, including prizes -- not just for the winners, but a drawing for anyone who showed up, whether we ran or not.
My heart got a big smile in it that day, watching my oldest son.
He ran, and didn't win. But his ticket number got called during the drawing...
Instantaneously, without even thinking about it, he handed it over to his three year old brother, who had been studying his own ticket to try to figure out the numbers.
What word can we say to adequately describe the younger one's excitement? THRILLED, DELIGHTED, OVERJOYED... that might give you a hint!
Well, I won the next number -- and decided to follow my older son's example.
Then the three-year-old's own ticket won. Wow! Third time's a charm!
His arms were full with his prizes -- two fancy water bottles and a cooler-style lunchbox -- but his eyes were full of... what? Love, yes... something else, though... wonder, perhaps? Oh -- Enchantment! I think that's it... and the gratitude was aimed at his big brother.
Maybe it seems like a little thing. Isn't it great, though, that he can be a super hero by doing little things?!
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