Little Wendy

No pink fairy or princess dresses, lavender ballet shoes size 19 or tiny plastic tiaras. Nope, nothing girlish in sight when it comes to my two boys. They do like to play dress up though.

"Little Brother come, come here.
Put on a helmet. You are Little Wendy."
Big Brother clumsily plants a bright orange construction helmet on Little Brother's head.
"I am Bob, O.K.?"
Little Brother nods; he is already getting used to be given the part of Wendy. There is only room for one Bob the Builder in the house: Big Brother without a doubt.

I help the two mini builders put on their matching construction glasses as well and off they go. Adorned in orange and loudly singing the Bob the Builder theme song. Little Brother can't make it past "Bob the Buildûh!" but he is totally fine with that.

Their chemistry is marvellous. Especially at 'ordinary' moments of unspoiled joy like these, my heart cringes at the thought of losing Kenji. I am often posed the question lately what I would miss most if Kenji were to die. To no longer be able to fully share the happiness that our boys bring to our lives would be devastating.