Last night, I stood in the hallway between the boys’ rooms and called out, “I love you, boys.”
From each room came an answer, same words, different voices.
Each one carrying the personality of the son who said it.
And just like that… everything that had me pissed off earlier disappeared.
The dishes left in the sink.
The laundry piled outside of the basket.
The clogged toilet.
The endless grab ass between two brothers.
All of the bullcrap was gone for a quick moment and I went to bed feeling blessed.
Spring starts today and with it comes gusto and astonishment. We made it through another winter.
