My boys...

I love these two. I especially love how they have such a connection between them. It all started when...(cue the squiggly hazy lines that signals a flash back sequence)....

Umm, it started when little Todd was born. I know he loved me, but nothing could make him light up like his daddy. When he could crawl, he would wait by the door and make what we refer to as "lemon faces" until Daddy walked in and picked him up. Sometimes he would take toys over with him to pass the time, and occasionally he would nurse, you know, if he got hungry and stuff. And much to his dismay, I made him take a nap or two, horrible mamma that I am. But most of his day was spent waiting for the "big man". He would start this little bounce thing when he heard the car pull into the gravel driveway. Yep, my heart was melted, but also a little bit envious of the obvious devotion he had, and still has for that matter.

I am older and hopefully wiser, and I know now that there is nothing in this world I want more for my son than a great relationship with his Dad, earthly and Heavenly. I often remind my hubster that he has a great responsibility. (as if he needs my help!!) It is a powerful thing to have someone adore you that much. One that I pray often that my husband and I use wisely.

Umm... Can I get a witness!! What, what!! :)