When I was younger, people would always ask me if I wanted kids. I would always have the same response: yes. I want 4 boys.
People thought I was crazy. Perhaps I was (and still am).
But there's just something about little boys that I bond with. I absolutely adore little boys being little boys.
Yesterday was the first day of nice weather for us in a LONG time. I turned into my mom, and kicked my kid out of the door and told him to go play outside.
And as I watched from the kitchen window, my heart got all warm and fuzzy.
There was B, marching around the backyard in rubber boots, playing baseball and screaming at the airplanes and moon.
Yes, having boys is a roller coaster ride, but honestly, I wouldn't change a thing.
