Remembering when the boys were little. So cute. So sweet. So full of mischief and frustrating at times. Michael, ever the inquisitive one; asking me questions I couldn't begin to answer...where DID he come up with such questions? Mark talking so much we would have to ask him sometimes to stop talking. But making us laugh so much.
Michael, you scared the life out of me when you went missing at 2 and a 1/2. I was okay knowing we would surely find you until I remembered the pond and the water moccasins. What great relief when we found you in someone's back yard. You had followed our outside dog and was out of ear reach.
And Mark you were so funny to watch in that cast after you broke your leg. You were only about five (about the age your own son is now). You would rather set on your rear and scoot along the floor with your leg extended out in front of you than to use the crutches. You wore through two or three casts doing that.
Those are just memories now. But I will carry them, along with the mental pictures they produce, with me for as long as this brain can think.
Our house is so quiet now. No little boys to have to get up early in the morning and get ready for school. No hearing "Mom, I'm hungry, what's to eat?"
The silence is almost deafening now. I miss you so much.
Of course, I get to see you every week now. The grown-up you. Oh, I'm glad that the two of you have grown up strong and healthy. And I'm so proud of you both. But sometimes I can't help but miss those two little boys I loved so much.
Michael, you scared the life out of me when you went missing at 2 and a 1/2. I was okay knowing we would surely find you until I remembered the pond and the water moccasins. What great relief when we found you in someone's back yard. You had followed our outside dog and was out of ear reach.
And Mark you were so funny to watch in that cast after you broke your leg. You were only about five (about the age your own son is now). You would rather set on your rear and scoot along the floor with your leg extended out in front of you than to use the crutches. You wore through two or three casts doing that.
Those are just memories now. But I will carry them, along with the mental pictures they produce, with me for as long as this brain can think.
Our house is so quiet now. No little boys to have to get up early in the morning and get ready for school. No hearing "Mom, I'm hungry, what's to eat?"
The silence is almost deafening now. I miss you so much.
Of course, I get to see you every week now. The grown-up you. Oh, I'm glad that the two of you have grown up strong and healthy. And I'm so proud of you both. But sometimes I can't help but miss those two little boys I loved so much.
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