and then... I was attacked!
I love my boys - sometime more than others, but the love is always there. Without them, life would be so very dull. And quiet.
Above is a little bonus shot that moved me to tears when I stumbled upon the act. My five year old is reading to his little brother. I die. PS - I go back and forth on whether or not to share images like the ones above on this blog. Sometimes I think, "keep it design based with a bit of ramblings mixed in." And other times I think, "this is my life. It's who I am. It should be a part of the blog sometimes." Thoughts? I'd love get your input here! xo