Grace upon Grace

When Hannah Grace was baptised six years ago we made a late and, at the time, humourous discovery: Hannah means grace and thus her name was a bit of a redundancy. However, Jacob's godmother quickly reminded us of the line from the Gospel of John where we are told that we will receive grace upon grace. And grace upon grace is the very essence of our little girl. We laughingly refer to her as our civilizing factor but she is far more than that: a rose among thorns; a second mother; a little girl of surprising intuition; and the possessor of a wicked sense of humour. We visited the Logging Museum at Algonquin Park on Monday and my picture taking soon became a log of Hannah's care for her youngest brother who looks to her for guidance, care and comfort. As you will see, she comes through. A frequent mode of transportation.

Yes, he did try climbing up the roof.

Another rescue.

Note the hand on the shoulder. His sweatshirt is firmly in her grasp.

Back in line.

He is in her arms as they enter the sleeping quarters.

And who else would help him look out the window?

Or keep him from jumping overboard?

A little tired? Jump on board. She may be small, but she's mighty.

And even when he's not on her back, in her arms or firmly in her grasp, he still likes to be around her. Who wouldn't?