Two Blonde Boys: The Boys...

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Thursday, March 23, 2006

The Boys...

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.

3 Comments:

Anonymous said...

Tell your boys - their X-mas Angel said "hi" and that she/he is still watching them. God Bless

March 23, 2006 7:30 PM

Anonymous said...

Thank you for expressing all of your thoughts about your sons. Guys don't often have as many opportunities to talk about their children in that way.
I forget what it is like to be a child. I would have loved to hear my dad talk about me that way!
Yesterday, my five year old asked, " Do Giraffs eat seaweed?". When I answered "no", he preceded to ask the same question of every animal he could think of. What a joy! Time is counting down on how many hugs we can get in! Give as many as you can!

March 27, 2006 6:45 AM

Anonymous said...

Great pictures of the boys - little man has his dad's mischievous smile, you can see the spqarkle in his eyes. But watch out for big man, the ladies will be knocking down your door. God is truly good, he blesses us with children to remind us what good and wonderful things are in store for us.
Children - what a wonderful adventure!

March 29, 2006 2:55 PM