Thoughts

My kids drive me crazy. It amazes me how one minute I can be so upset with them for something they have done and the next minute I just want to hold them and never let go. I am so grateful for my beautiful boys. They bring me so much happiness and purpose. I love to see them play together, giggling and grinning. I love how when Bronson is crying Logan comes over and hugs him and says "it's okay Bronson, it's okay!" I love the way Bronson's bottom lip pouts when he cries. I love that Logan always says to me "I sure love you, mama, I sure do." I love the way they dance around and bounce when any music comes on- even a tv commercial. I love the way Bronson takes off wobbly running when he gets something he knows he shouldn't have. I love the little quirks that make me smile. That Logan won't sleep if his closet door is open. That Logan won't eat the Pterodactyl shaped chicken nuggets. That Bronson signs "more" for EVERYTHING. The way that Bronson puts his hands and head on the floor and giggles as he looks at you between his legs. When Bronson tries to put everything on his head because he loves hats. That Logan remembers everything that has ever happened or mama has ever said. I love that when I tuck Logan in at night he holds my neck and tells me that I'm "never gonna get away!" Sometimes I forget how truly lucky I am to have two healthy, rambunctious, sweet, curious little men in my life. I would be lost without them.