pure of heart

I started calling this project "the shape of a year," but I don't know if I realized how personal a daily photo project would become.   When you have to post something every day, you just have to show life as it is at the moment.   I almost forgot today's post completely (if you haven't noticed yet, I post these one day ahead), but when I sat down with the camera and looked at the few photos I'd taken today I realized another snippet of my personal life was unexpectedly going to take its place in this tapestry of a year.  

36/366 - visit with Tim

My brother has been with us this weekend, spreading his particular sort of magic around.  If you have a family member like mine, you'll know what I mean.  My brother is over 30 years old but he retains the sweetness of a young child.

Just after I took these photos, he tripped and fell headfirst on the pavement, his reflexes too slow to help him put his hands out to break the fall.  Seeing him sitting there confused, blood covering his face, I don't know if I've ever felt so sick.  We all hovered around, trying to make sure he was not seriously injured (he wasn't), wiping his face and helping him stand again.  He just did what he always does, put his hand on my arm and said, "It's okay, sis.  Calm down."  Sometimes I love him so much it hurts.

I spent the rest of the day sitting next to him on the couch making sure he really was okay.  He watched kung fu movies and laughed until he was hoarse.   When I finally did remember to look at the day's photos, he was right beside me.   He saw the images we'd snapped on the walk and he put his arm around my shoulders and kissed me on the head.  "That was fun, sis.  Cool."  And then he went to play video games.  I do; I love him so much it hurts.

 "Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God."