Deep Cries to Deep

He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there shall be no more death or mourning, wailing or pain, for
  the old order has passed away.
Revelation 21:4
 

This was taken just after some snuggly sister time (in Mimi’s arms) when spicy A accidentally moved too quickly toward sweet G’s noggin, causing a slight collision of the medulla oblongata’s. What followed was a short, silent pause in which adults looked at children, then each other, reading each other’s minds, ie: trying to think of a distraction in seconds to overshadow any pain or scare that might overtake the babes.  Unfortunately, Sweet G’s face was already scrunching up just before a good wailin’. Once Spicy saw & heard this, she chimed in with an off-tune harmony to compliment clash with Sweet’s melodic scream. But this time it was different. I saw in Spicy’s facial expression a compassion and a sensitivity I haven’t seen before. It was as if she was hurting for Sweet. Like an “I’m sorry” cry, rather than an “I’m hurt too, I need some attention too!” cry. My baby is growing up…
All I have to say is good thing Mimi was here or else Momma conductor would’ve joined in on the symphonic yowling.

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