The Thing About the Boys...

...they are old enough to do some serious work around the house.  I miss the cutesy age when they played army all day long, their imaginations as big as the sun.

Seth never came in the house the right way.  He was usually climbing onto our back deck, climbing on the roof, or repelling off something.  I gave up worrying about him.  I'm thankful God gave me cautious Jack.  He always tested the adventure making sure it was doable, safe, before diving head in.

But, now, in a blink of an eye, it is gone.  Gone are the days of sticking their hands in the exhaust pipe to cover their faces black.  Gone are the days of climbing the highest tree on the property, swinging off branches.  I miss the innocent play days.  It is time for other things.  Like working.

And texting.

Wasn't is just yesterday that I counted those toes to make sure there were 10 of them?  Oh, that was almost 17 years ago.

 Now, I have 2 young men in the house.  They are exhausting, fun, difficult, easy, happy, sad, trying, to say the least.  My heart just aches with love for them as I watch them grow, make mistakes, live life.

I'm glad God knows what He is doing, because most of the time, I surely don't.