Boys

I love my boys. 

I love their noise, their dirt, their chaos.  I love their sweet voices, their bashful hugs, their silly humor. I love their grubby fingernails, messy hair and holey jeans.  And how sweet and sensitive they secretly are.  I love their energy and the passion with which they pursue the things that interest them.  I love to watch them play.  Really, no one plays like little boys.  

And I am so blessed to have two of them.