Dear 22 month old Blake,

Dear Baby Blake,
Tonight, I watched you clean your brother and sister's room. You spotted my doing so and joined in, putting things in their proper places. I left the room, but you did not stop until the Little People toys were in their place. You picked up dirty clothes to place in a drawer until I told you they were dirty, then you turned to the hamper in the closet. The big kids were preparing for bed, each in a bathroom, they did not see you, but I did.

As they got into their beds Lydia requested water. I assured her I would get it but you left the room to retrieve an empty cup and brought it to her. We continued to read and pray together when you left and returned again with an empty sports bottle assuming Clay would need a drink too. When Clay suggested cough syrup instead you accompanied me to the kitchen. You waited as I prepared a tiny cup. Then reached for it to make your delivery. I walked away with the medication-you will understand this as you get older. You were heartbroken that I had not allowed you to carry it. In fact, you got a chair and fished through the drawer to find your own tiny medicine cup so you too could care for Clay. The kids did not see your love for them , but I did.

There will be days, as you grow, that I will not see either. Someone is effected by the decisions you make, the care you give or not, a simple action that others may never know about but your Heavenly Father will see.

Dear God thank you for the love that Blake has for her brother and sister and please God, continue to grow the heart of a servant in her. Thank you for keeping your arm around her and loving her far more then I will ever be capable of. In your name, Amen.