It’s not very often that I get pictures of the boys together. It seems as if I’m always snapping pics with my iPhone, but never with my good camera. And never all three of them in one picture.
A few reasons: 1. They are never usually ALL dressed at the same time. 2. Even if they are dressed…they don’t want momma all up in their face with my camera. 3. The majority of the time the three of them are together they are acting like we live in a WWE ring.
It makes me sad because I want to look back at this time in our lives and remember how cute their little faces are.
So a few weeks ago I decided to take my camera with me on our park trip. It was an impromptu opportunity to capture some brotherly moments.
Moments where they aren’t trying to kill each other are rare around here.
I just can’t believe how fast time is going by.
To think that I have an almost 6 year old…
To think that my baby is no longer a baby….but quite the big boy…
And to witness that my sweet middle child is old enough to hang from the monkey bars…
It’s all going too fast. In just a blink of an eye these three boys will be in high school and then off to college.
I don’t even know what I will do when they don’t need every ounce of my being.
It’s all I know.
I just keep finding myself feeling so blessed to have these four boys in my life, hubby included.
I never ever imagined that I would grow up and be the only girl in my family. Never.
I thought for sure I’d be raising princesses and having tea parties.
Not climbing monkey bars and throwing dirt.
But now that I’m living it…I could never imagine it any other way. I am exactly where I am suppose to be. Surrounded by boys and all.
Even boys who pee in public.
It’s moments like the one below that make my heart melt in to a gazillion million small pieces.
Because honestly…these boys may fight and tattle on each other…but they also truly love each other.
I’m getting teared up just thinking about it because I don’t have any siblings. I don’t know what it’s like to have a brother or sister.
But after witnessing what my boys have…I’m grateful that God gave me the opportunity to see it first hand.
I pray for my children every day.
I pray that they will always be as close as they are now. That they will always have each others backs. That they will always stand up for one another.
I pray that nothing can break their brotherly bond.
I pray for myself. For when the time comes that they don’t need EVERY ounce of my being, that I will be able to let go.