My boys
As they get a bit older I begin to feel out numbered. A lone
girl in a house full of boys.
But I don’t feel too lonely.
I love them. They run and play, wrestle and fight and cry,
and yell (a lot), and sing and laugh and say “I love you”.
*Sigh*I never want to be without my boys.
We went to the park by the Village during spring break and
the boys ran up and down this big hill for a long time. It was perfection.
Except this part: (kayden falling face first)
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