I have to admit this: I am unashamedly and unabashedly in love with my Two Blonde Boys.
My oldest is my Number One. He is intelligent, funny, and a snuggler. I am constantly amazed of his depth of character and passion. He can now beat me in any video or computer game that exists. I confess that when he does so I accuse him of being the son of the devil. He knows I am joking, however, and reminds me that he was taking it easy on me.
He is a fine young man and I am confident that he will be a fantastic man/husband/father someday. He humbles me.
My youngest is my Sunshine. He has the deepest pools of blue for eyes and a smile that lights up the room. He is completely tuned in to the joys in life and he makes me remember what it is like to be young with the whole world at your fingertips. He totally and completely owns me and he knows it. I know it, too, and I don’t mind all that much.
He will bring joy into the lives of all those he comes into contact with throughout his life. He makes me feel like I can do no wrong.
I do not deserve my boys (or my wife). But I am glad God has blessed me anyway.