I was folding laundry and I wept.
Just kidding. Sorta.
This morning, I had a fantastic photo shoot with a family I hadn’t met yet (aside from one daughter), and I loved them immediately. I watched the two grown daughters together and could see how really deep their roots spread between them…it made me think of our boys and their friendship. I swear there’s a magic and golden rope that weaves around them and bonds them together. They are best friends. They are each other’s worst nightmare. They reach for each other when they’re sad and bat each other away when they’re angry. When the little one gets up earlier, we threaten him so he’ll let the older one sleep in. When the younger one goes down for a nap, the older one whines that he wants him to stay awake so that he can play with him.
They laugh together. Hard. And a lot.
So today, I was folding their laundry. It’s becoming harder to tell their clothes apart, because they’re getting closer to the same size in a couple of things – like shirts and socks. I am convinced that they also wear the same size underwear and sometimes make the older one try on the younger one’s “on accident”, and that is wrong on so many levels. Above all, everyone should have their own sacred underwear.
That laundry folding business sure gave me pause today. It’s awesome and wonderful and smelly to watch them grow bigger and more mature, but. But. I saw that momma watch her two girls this morning with tears in her eyes and I knew. It is a bittersweet thing to watch your babies grow into kids and God-help-us-tweens and beyond into college and then go to other countries and teach and join ministries and before I knew it I was wondering how many grandkids I might get to love.
Whewie.
So I came home to just watch them for a while.
He had a big story to tell me. Once again, the Many Faces of Holden did not disappoint.
I think he was explaining how his little brother had just hit the ball.
Meanwhile, Ewan was preparing to act out the storyline.
He is a mighty batter.
He gets that from me.
I think he hit the ball into the truck bed, but I had closed my eyes, too.
The Ellie Dawg spied it.
And Holden fetched it.
That seems backwards…
I do very much like the outfit that he picked out for himself today.
We don’t yet have grass in the backyard, and quite frankly, we won’t have until next year. It’s an iffy thing to plant this year with our crazy heat and then crazy thunderstorms, so we’re biding our time and preparing for next summer. The front yard is quite the treat for L.E.
It’s also primed for little boys. There’s grasshopper hunting,
Roly Poly capturing,
And mud wading in parts, hence the “snow boots.”
And also, guess who’s building a fence?
He’s a very good fence builder. And I do very important things, like mark on boards with the weird pencil “here” and “there,” so I’m quite sure that it is my contribution that is making sure that stuff is slanted as it should be.
This one…
Is a goofball.
And he loves his dog.
Boy does she love him right back…
But is more wily than he is.
Bonus today? After we did this…
This came in our house.
That’s gotta be some sort of great luck, yes?
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