Hearts Together

My grandson was in his mommy's bed waiting for her to come home and my Hero and I were straightening up the living room. The boy must have heard us moving his trains, because he called out for me.

My Hero said, "I'll see what he needs" and went to check. He opened the door and asked the boy what he needed.

The boy answered (with much attitude) "I was not talking to you!"

Being the wonderful grandfather that he is, my Hero promptly made it very clear that the attitude was completely unacceptable.

When he was finished correcting the boy, I instructed the little guy to say, "I'm sorry Pops, may I please speak to Nana now?" Which he did in a very courteous voice.

The boy wanted to make sure I was putting his trains in the right place. (Bossy Britches!) And after I assured him that I had it under control, I said, "You really need to go apologize to Pops because you hurt his heart the way you talked to him."

He responded (rather astutely for a 4-year-old), "I don't know if I can, Nana, cuz my heart is mad to his."

I said, "Why don't you go try to see him and say sorry and hug him and see if it helps your heart."

So, he walked into the living room and climbed up in my Hero's lap and gave him a big hug and just sat with his head on Pop's shoulder for a minute. When he turned around to get down, I asked him, "Did it work? Did it help?"

And he smiled his beautiful smile and said, "I'm all better because our hearts were together!!"

How precious is that?

(My Hero looked at me after I took the boy back to Mommy's room and said, "I think that's why we hug one another . . . it puts our hearts together, literally.")

"…That their hearts might be comforted, being knit together in love…"

Colossians 2:2