I love my boys. With all my heart. Sometimes I get overcome just thinking about what a blessing each of them are in my own life, and I cry (imagine that). Sometimes I will leave the two of them playing downstairs while I head upstairs to put laundry away or do some cleaning. It doesn't take long before I hear the giggles (from both of them) and I can't stay away. Watching the two of them together melts me. They are my greatest blessings.
2 comments:
that's cute. i know the feeling of hearing my dad and brothers wrestling downstairs (there's more squealing than giggling though) and i realize they are the first men i ever loved!!-cami
Kels - you...cry? I can hardly imagine. It's just not fair that you can cry and still look so good! From your fellow Kleenex stockholder, Meg
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