The boys and I were comfortably reading on their bed last night. They were both pretty sleepy but Jonas was the sleepiest. In the middle of the story, his eyes finally closed and Angus was the only one listening to me read.
I saw his little hand grab his brothers sleeping hand and held it, fingers entwined.
I looked at him and he looked at me and he said, "I love Jonas."
"I know you do and he loves you too," I said.
He lay there like that for a little longer. His big brother wasn't getting mad at him or getting annoyed with him. He let go of his hand and gave him a hug and whispered, "I love you, Jonas."
Angus is always telling Jonas that he loves him. Jonas hears it so much that he sometimes responds rudely or ignores him. Other times he tells him, "Aww, Mang, I love you too," then they hug.
But this time, Angus enjoyed just holding his hand and telling him he loved him. He didn't need a response back. He didn't need Jonas to tell him he loved him, too. He just loves him and that's that.
Paloma walked in and climbed onto the bed with us. She saw what Angus was doing and joined him in his love-for-big-brother-party. She gave sleeping Jonas kisses and kept saying, "love you, too"
I finally told them that we needed to let big Bo rest and sleep. We finished reading, then Angus fell asleep. I sang a song to my Paloma and then she fell asleep.
My heart was happy and forgot about all the other things I was supposed to do after they were all asleep and then, I fell asleep, right next to my little loves.