Cam, my little brother, is the kind of brother who will step in when you need help and quietly do whatever you need. Like this summer when I had two screaming newborns and a puking 22 month old. He rocked that pukey girl, washed pukey sheets, put my dinner in the oven, and folded 3 loads of laundry. He's the kind of brother who will hope in the passenger seat of a moving van and drive with you to New Mexico so that he can unload that moving van and spare you and your broken collarbone while keeping the kids happy as well (he did that for Joel). He's the kind of brother who will learn about autism so he can love, advocate for, and play with your little boy, and be incapable of loving your child any more because the love and laughter just oozes right out of him (he did that for Courtney).
And so he has earned the nickname of "Governess." Frauline Cam. Not because he's a sissy--he ain't. But he does for a family what Julie Andrews did for the Von Trapp gang. 'Cept what he don't sew play clothes out of your curtains. Or at least he hasn't learned to do that yet.
Last night I called upon the boy to come watch over our sleeping brood so we could go to the Christmas party of a dear dear friend. We went. We relaxed. We ate. And we didn't worry ourselves a single second. And that was what Cam did for us. Saved us again.
See, I've been having headaches. A lot of headaches. And they've been getting longer and more frequent, and more painful and less responsive to tylenol. I went to the doctor yesterday and he said that basically my body had gotten itself into a headache cycle because of the stress and lack of sleep I've had.
Well, between the prescribed meds, the stress-free outing (with the Governess watching our babes), and me sleeping with earplugs last night so that I didn't even know when Dan got up to feed the twins a bottle, I woke up feeling groovy.
And groovy is a really good thing to feel.
who is a life saver in your life?