It's moments like these that make me so incredibly proud of the boys I am raising.
We were at the parade and a float had handed out freeze pops to all of the kids along the route.
Brian was having trouble figuring out how to get the popsicle from the bottom.
He didn't whine or ask for help.
It was noisy and there was so much going on, that even I didn't notice his struggles.
Yet, I looked over and there was Corbin holding up the bottom of the popsicle for Brian to get.
Holding his own popsicle, waiting to finish it, after he helped his brother with his.
I am so proud of that compassionate, helpful, caring little boy.
1 comment:
That is so sweet!
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