“Mommy, can Sarah come to our house and play with us?” Rowan asked.
Does a young woman just on the verge of adulthood want to come over and play with you? I’m sure she wouldn’t mind and doesn’t mind playing with you two, I thought, but didn’t say. “Sarah lives far away, but you do get to play with her after church, right?”
“Yes. I love Sarah,” she declared.
“I know.”
“She’s my best friend.”
“She’s my best friend, too,” the baby piped in.
I nodded my head. When did Sarah become everyone’s BFF? One day, several months ago, everything was Sarah this and Sarah that. I was like, who is Sarah? Sarah from church, I was informed. Oh, good that really narrows it down. Then one Sunday, I saw Rowan go up to her beloved Sarah to ask her if Sarah would push her. Yes, I knew who Sarah was.
Sarah is so gracious to those two. So kind and loving towards them. She pushes them on the swings, watches them play on the slide, lets them sit in her lap or next to her on the grass while they watch others play. She carries them around. A very nice young woman, I pray my three will have such patience with little one when they are older.
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