I want to show you a picture. It's one of my favorite pictures of our first two sons. (Please, please ignore the outfit #1 is wearing. There is no excuse for it. All I can say is....hm....just ignore it, ok?)
What I want you to notice, and what I want to remember until I'm not around to remember anymore, are their faces. And my oldest son's death grip on his little brother's arm...
Those things are priceless to me. This picture alone, all by itself, fills my heart with so much...never mind. I'm not going to go into all that. I'll be nice and spare you the ponderings of this momma's heart.
What was going on in this picture?
Oh, well, they are just being normal first and second born brothers.
Momma said it's time to come in and eat lunch. Now!! And James, we ARE going to obey her!
(typical first born-wanting to stick to the rules and do what needs doing because it's the right thing to do.)
Listen big brother of mine-YOU can obey momma if that's what you'd like to do. As for me? I'm not budging.
That about sums up their relationship to this day.
I will say this and then I'll let you go: I love where my sons are at and I love who they've become. But there are times where I wish with all, all, all my heart I could go back and kiss those fat little cheeks one more time...