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A blog for my boys

I wanted to make a short post to my boys, all of them, about them.

To my biggest boy, my husband. I think I owe you a month of Sundays of video games, and I promise you, when I am better you can collect on those IOUs any time you want.

I love you:

for your patience
for your understanding
for your flexibility despite the latest curve ball
for your positive outlook
for your support in so many ways
for not asking more of me than I am able and asking so little
for perspective
for stepping up like a man - the man I wanted to marry and still do and
for the way you are.

To my little boys, who have shown me so much love. The smallest, my cherub, is the one who will hug my leg and kiss me and remind me why I have to stay strong.
My big son will try me but in ways I am only beginning to understand, he shows me his love and his fears. He is a wonderful big brother to the little one (albeit rough at times), but when I need him to be the man of the house - he rises to the challenge.

I love my boys, and I am very proud of all of them.

Mama
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