Since I am sick and tired (literally), I am spending some time posting about my three favorite things: my boys.
God sometimes gives us what we need, instead of what we ask for. Growing up, I had no brothers, and not sisters for that matter. I had good male examples in my life, and my Dad was half super-human in my eyes. Still, I secretly maintained the belief that boys are from another planet. If you had told me then that I would someday be the mother of three of them, I probably would have laughed, or run screaming.
Yet here we are . . .
I remember when Dakota was born, I was instantly in love with him, as most mothers are. When we took him home, I was so nervous that I would not care for him properly. He was the guinea pig, as all eldest children are. He frequently reminds me of that sad fact. Maybe he developed his keen sense of humor from all we put him through.
Carson followed almost six years later. He had heart surgery at 5 days old, and is our miracle child. Always willing to help others, and to tell all he knows, he is a constant entertainer.
Micah is our youngest. He is built like a football player, but wakes up with a smile on his face, and has a sensitive soul like his mom.
So they came to a mother who is a sentimental poetic girly girl kind of a person. I saved my doll collection, antique china, and boxes of keepsakes. These boys are boys, and I never know what I will find in the next room.
But all of them love my keepsakes and my stories of my parents and family. They have huge loving hearts, and take me on an adventure each day. They like classic rock (which I had nothing to do with) and read my poems. They even love to cook.
How I love these boys! Beyond anything I could have imagined. They makes me laugh, cry, and sometimes want medicine, usually all in one day. My house in full of Star Wars toys, Bionicles, Pirates, etc.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
I'm thankful for these three.
