Two little ears...

So I was holding the tiny brother of the one who calls me Papa, and marvelling at creation. He is.. Perfect. Tiny eyes, tiny, hands and tiny ears. I'd love to provide a filter which would prevent him from seeing and hearing all the nasty stuff we live with. But I can't! What I can do is be there for him when he needs me. That's a gift within my ability to offer.

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