We were just kicking back in warm, sunny Texas the other day and I snapped a quick photo of "my boys" in conversation. From left to right is my youngest son J, my oldest son J, and my stepson B. For the most part, they get along (except the two J's tend to fight more because they are brothers and always have). There are battles of will and debates for power struggles. There are moments of testosterone overload in the midst of my confused, pre-menopausal estrogen surges. But, I thank God for bringing these young men into my life. Despite the struggles and chaos, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Just Kicking Back
We were just kicking back in warm, sunny Texas the other day and I snapped a quick photo of "my boys" in conversation. From left to right is my youngest son J, my oldest son J, and my stepson B. For the most part, they get along (except the two J's tend to fight more because they are brothers and always have). There are battles of will and debates for power struggles. There are moments of testosterone overload in the midst of my confused, pre-menopausal estrogen surges. But, I thank God for bringing these young men into my life. Despite the struggles and chaos, I wouldn't have it any other way.
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I miss them all. I miss you. I'm sad that our paths don't cross very often.
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