Treasures

This morning while I was in the master bedroom folding the laundry, the elder boy was in his room playing with the younger boy. As I folded, I heard the older boy begin to sing:

"You're my little brother.
I will always protect you.
I will keep you safe and play with you.

We are brothers forever.
We are best friends forever.
We are brothers forever and ever and ever.
And best friends, too."

In that moment, I understood for the first time (truly) the idea of Mary treasuring these things in her heart.