My heart took a picture

I had heard that phrase in high school watching a movie about a child dying from AIDS. It was a way to describe how a precious memory imprints itself on your heart.

Saturday night we briefly visited with our dear friends, D and M. While the adults chatted, C and their oldest son rode bikes. I had asked C not to ride the bike, but she thought I was telling her to not ride THAT bike and rode a different one. A few minutes go by and then it happened.

WHACK!

The two collide on their bikes, the son goes down amid bike tires while C flipped over the handlebars, landing on her feet and arms. (Thankfully not her head.) She recovered so well that we didn't realize she was hurt. It was only after we were on the road that I found out she had been hurt too. However, her concern was all for the son, crying that she was sorry she had ridden the bike against my wishes and sorry that he had gotten hurt. She was extremely worried about him. He, on the other hand, was extremely worried about her and wanted to make sure she was ok. Their lack of concern for themselves and their overwhelming concern for each other showed the depth of their caring friendship. My heart took a picture.

We stopped to get bandaids and Bactine for C's wounds. Before heading home we sprayed the boo-boos. C was immediately in a lot of pain from it and started crying. (Granted she was tired after playing 2 soccer games, but I know it still hurt.) Suddenly A starts crying, worrying over her sister, hating to see her sissy in so much pain. No sooner had A started crying than C stops, telling A that the pain is gone and there's no need to worry. She even starts making jokes, trying to get A to stop crying and laugh. A tells her that it's not working, that she knows C is just trying to make her feel better. (And yes, while A was tired after a long day of playing with friends, she truly was worried about her sis.)

So there we are, on our way home, and the sisters are each trying to make the other feel better.

My heart took a picture.