I kissed them both goodbye with the reminder to be fast, "but don't run." I always say that because our street is bumpy and uneven and gravely. I get weak in the knees at the thought of anyone falling on it. They were a little later leaving than usual, but still had plenty of time to get to school. I watched them walk away until they got to the street and then closed the door. Five minutes later I heard crying and looked out of the front window. I saw Dallin coming back across the lawn with Cameron on his back, blood streaming down his leg. My first instinct was to check out the leg. I saw it wasn't too bad, just a lot of blood. Then I looked at Dallin. He was running on pure adrenaline. He had the most determined, yet compassionate look I have ever seen. EVER. Dallin gets a little squeamish when it comes to injuries and trauma, so I knew this was a very big deal for him. Dallin had left his backpack and trombone up the street and carried a very traumatized brother on his back all the way home.
Dallin went on to school. Cameron stayed home today (for a little extra lovin') and made this poster for Dallin. We taped it to the front door so it would be the first thing Dallin saw when he got home.
I know it's just the way it should be and that's just what you do for your brother, but we couldn't help making him feel extra special today.
