Being a mother of boys is a beautiful thing. It's muddy and dirty and full of fart noises and wrestling matches and scraped shins. I have learned more than I ever wanted to know about trucks, dinosaurs, superheroes, and animals. I have tripped over lego buildings and stepped on more hot wheels cars than I can count. I have also received the best, sweetest hugs ever. I have been given weed bouquets and kisses on my cheek and painted family portraits that I will save forever and ever. And it's a good thing I love baseball.
Do you ever have those moments when you look at your kid(s) and are amazed they exist? I mean, we made these little people. Who are so like me and my husband and yet unique to themselves. Sometimes I just sit and stare at them, in awe and wonder. They are beautiful, wonderful, strange little boys. I am so unbelievably happy to have them in my life.
telling secrets and making each other laugh...may it always be so