I guess the crazy lady in Texas proved to us all last week that you can never be too careful.
Stupid crazy lady.
Because I have a really great photo of Mr. Thompson holding a beautiful little baby in his arms that epitomizes so much.
Desire. Longing. Love.
So, to give you a picture...without giving you a picture... this is the closest that I could find:
Desire. Longing. Love. (he loves backpacking into the wilds to go fishing)
Different. Yet same.
So for the purpose of this post, just imagine him holding a really cute baby really close to his body. While Mr. Thompson looks much the same in both photos...the baby and fish do not. Not even close.
Where am I going with all of this? (so glad you asked)
The real picture of him holding my new niece is burned into my mind. Because if there is one thing that Mr. Thompson does not do....it is hold other people's babies. Period. End of Story. Don't even ask. For some funny reason, it's a standing rule in his life. (Frankly, I think he's afraid of dropping the baby.)
But his standing rule quickly went out the window when he was asked if he wanted to hold a baby that was only hours old.
My sister told me that she'd crack him, and much to my amazement she did (with a wink and a nod behind his back). So as Miss M settled into his arms he, too, fell in love. As I watched them I was taken back to the previous 24 hours as I gazed in amazement at my brother-in-law who helped my sister through 16.5 hours of labor and delivery. Without medication. Without screaming. Just quiet encouragement and love. As a spectator to their sacred moments, I couldn't help but think the entire time about how equally amazing Mr. Thompson would be if we should ever be granted an experience like that.
Oh boy, how I cherish that thought!
(much more than he cherishes his fish.)