Adventures With Sons

This change is baffling, but I would take a pesky son with glittering eyes hiding behind a tree over a sullen one who never met my gaze any day. It doesn’t seem like it when I’m late for church (and yes, we are working on teaching them that there is a time and a place … agreement on when and where is a different story) but this barrage of snowballs and Nerf darts is the face of love.

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