(Tons of thanks to In Its Time for hosting this original post. I re-posted here for family documenting.)
The other morning I heard some ruckus going on. I usually leave it be until I hear a crash, a cry, or something like that. However, this day, it seemed like there was too much happy going on to miss.
Your eyesight isn't going bad. This photo is blurry. I think that is a pretty perfect picture of my life right now. Blurry, in a constant state of "boy."
But that's kind of how I like it.
I always knew I was a "boy mom." I wouldn't know what to do with girls.
All this wrestling? It's their love language. And there is a LOT of love being shown here.
And it makes me remember to cherish and be thankful for those rough and rowdy boys and who God made them to be.
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