J is for Judah
When he came, the trinity was complete.
He brought along a string of messages. I've kept notes on my conversations with him.
He is small for his age, in the middle of our family, and he is known to make a clear point when he speaks.
The nick-names that he has given to his baby sister(Haile):
Chubby-fat
Rainbow-Haile
Mary-cherry
He is her favorite; I find them in corners, cuddling and kissing.
A list of his most insightful speech:
Judah on war:
(while finishing a cream-filled popsicle) "Mom, I don't want to go to war. Because when you get back everything is different. You don't know what to do. You have to start all over again. Plus, I don't want to lose my arms."
(The plan in our home, to give each son a copy of Dalton Trumbo's Johnny Got His Gun before an army recruiter approaches. Based on this conversation, Judah has already read the book!
Judah on birth:
"Babies come from Moms. If there was no Mom, there would be no babies in the world. When the ocean slips out, then the baby comes. When I grow up and have a baby, the ocean will be in my tummy too."
Judah on God:
"God is like a soul. God can hold everything you have in his body. Flesh, bone, blood. I don't forget about her. He won't forget about you."
"Is God a He or a She?" I wondered.
"A She," he answered.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because She sits on a flower and wears a dress."
J is for a little boy who lives in his dreams,
where language is yellow and bubbly
where language is yellow and bubbly
and stories are sage and true.
