I love sorting the younger boys dirty laundry. No, there is not fluff in your ear, Pooh. You heard me correctly. A boy's pockets are always full of surprises. I never know what I will find, but it is never a pocket full of posies. I am strangely disappointed when their pockets are empty. I like the adventure of boyhood. It makes me smile when I lift up a pair of pants and tons of trinkets fall out of the pockets to the floor. It tells me a little more about their day. This morning revealed yesterday's boy hunt: G.I. Joe equipment, three germy pennies and a Holy Family key chain. Priceless!
I thank God everyday for my boys. While Gianna and I will have great memories with tea sets and little girl things - its my boys that I will treasure. The way that even the smallest boy sets out to conquer the world and protect his mother just warms my heart.
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