Lately it's been medicinal kisses. No matter how hard the bump, how sharp the pinch, Hambet runs up in perfect confidence for a kiss to make it better. The thing that amazes me is that it works!
I actually wanted to share a story that happened just yesterday where I was amazed in the very same way (I know you were talking about St.Therese, but as soon as this happened I had the need to blog about it). Fastolph came up to me with saddest little face because He was riding his bike and fell. He had minor scrapes on the palms of his hands and on his side.
"Mommy, Mommy, I have a boo boo."
"Oh no!"
"Mommy, can you make it better?"
I gave him little kisses on his scrapes and he skipped away instantly smiling and yelling at his older sister "Rosey Posey, Rosey Posey, Mommy made me all better!"
I felt very warm and gooshy inside.
