Category: The Boys’ Room
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Pinky Swears
He reached his hand out towards me, “I’ll pinky swear you, Mom.” I could see his green eyes dancing even in the dim light of his room. “Pinky swear what?” I asked him, and he just gently smiled… “I’ll pinky swear that for every day that I’m nine I’ll giggle at least once a day…
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Believing: Day 5
In one day… “I have something!” he blurted excitedly, arm thrown in the air. We were reading our Advent book and talking through things that we hope for and long for. “What do you have, Bear?” “No sin.” Oh, my dear, sweet Bear. One day there will be no more sin. I can’t wait. One…
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I Think I Need a Bigger Box
Brian knows my favorite flower is the rose. The red rose. I have saved every single petal from every single rose he’s ever given me since our engagement (two boxes full so far). I am sentimental like that. The children are fascinated by this, and they love to pull off the petals and spread them…
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The Boy He Is… The Man He is Becoming
He sighs deeply on the couch next to me, and I reach over to ruffle his hair ever wondering how long before he won’t allow me to keep doing this gesture of love. This is not how he wanted to end his summer. This is not how I wanted summer to end for him, for…
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Strong Muscles & Dimpled Grins
“Hey, Bear,” I whisper softly, rubbing his back, “Time to get up, buddy.” (I feel like one of those moms on the P & G Olympics commercials.) He sighs deeply and opens one eye, “That feels good.” he mumbles as I massage his shoulders and work out a few kinks in his muscles. “You ready…
A Spring of Joy 