During this crazy week, two more boys had birthdays.
I have a twenty year old.
20!!!
How on earth did that even happen?
I also have an 18 year old.
A 17 year old.
A 16 year old.
I remember when they were little and people would ask ages...
"1,2,3, and 5."
"5,6,7, and 9"
And so on.
Those seemed like the hardest years ever.
Little did I know these boys would grow up to be the most noble and loyal and funny and resilient and courageous and handsome men and young men.
Oh, how I love being their mama.
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