The banter and laughter was familiar and soothing. It came last night. The two we had prayed for since they were born, and even before…young men now. The “breaking of bread together.” It doesn’t come very often anymore. What a sound.

My “Wow J” came home from college for the day, and worked way up on that roof in the drizzle and full out rain. They worked side by side as father and son do. A comment here and a suggestion here…not a constant gabbing session that a couple of women would have. It’s a different thing. It’s a special way of men that I’ve observed around here. Being the only woman.

Maybe a short and meaningful conversation when mom was not around sneaking some pictures. A father and his younger one. Just the two of them. Doing what needs to get done. Talking when necessary. Not just for the enjoyment of it. That’s their way.

Later “Big A” came after work to help how he could. It was a short blessing in time. I treasure it in my heart. Like Mary did. Imprinted in my memory forever.

What is a special little blessing that you have experienced lately? Tell about it so we can share in the joy. Sometimes it’s the little things…