I have two little boys. Ages 2 and 4. Sometimes, they drive me nuts. But, mostly, I can't get enough of them. Today I watched as my four year old leaned over to his little brother, gave him a hug and said, "You're my best friend."
I have heard him say this to friends.
I have heard him say this to box elder bugs.
But never to his brother. It made my heart melt.
Then later today I watched my boys dog pile on top of each other, giggling the entire time. And I couldn't help but laugh right along with them.
And as we went for a walk tonight, I watched my two year old jump in every. single. puddle. He was soaked by the time we got home. But he was thrilled.
I love these little boys. Is it wrong to pray that they will never grow up?