Playing in the rain.
Theo saying, "I have a pain in my butt, Mama. But it doesn't really hurt. It just itches a little."
Summer days with cousins...
and friends.
Emmett's words for jeans ("jeams") and Grandma ("Gray-ma.")
Our first attempt at a family vacation (a weekend away) which was a HUGE success, thanks to Tim, Katie, and the girls.
Our first visit to Delaney's and Dr. Evermor's Art park.
My nervousness as Theo's first day of school approaches. And his impatience, as he's been asking, "why can't I go today, Mama??" every day for the past two weeks.
And that back-to-school shopping for your 4-year-old kindergardener should NOT be done with his 1 and 2-year-old brothers in tow.
An overdue reality check, compliments of my oh-so-grounded husband... who is an oh-so-awesome Papa to our little boys.
How determined and independent Emmett can be. And how good that is, despite the fact that sometimes, right now, it feels bad.
How smart Rubin is, how he picks things up so quickly, and teaches me along the way.
(Notice his pointing, at a bird on the lake.)
(Driving, already.)
How gentle Theo is. How he listens and considers and tends. Always.
And my responsibilities as their Mama. To encourage their stubbornness, their curiousness, and their sensitiveness, even when it doesn't suite me. To push them to their limits when they need a nudge, and to reel them back in when they're headed astray. To love them, especially when they aren't lovable, and to stand beside them, and behind them, and in front of them when they need me to show them the way.
I want to remember, even when it isn't easy (which is most of the time these days) that I chose these boys. Each and every one of them. And I know, if they were given the chance, that they would each choose me. Little (okay, not that little), old (certainly not THAT old), imperfect (that word can stand alone) me.