Every day I'm surrounded by this herd of boys:
There's a lot of rough-housing and tackling that goes on, but there's plenty of snuggles and sweetness, too. And the burping and farting and other stinky boy-ness is tempered with a heavy dose of laughter and love.
So on the days I'm a little sad my childhood barbies are still packed away in a box in the basement, I remember that I'm not just surrounded by boys in general. I'm surrounded by my boys. And to be encircled daily by their love is better than I could have ever dreamed.
I love my life. And this mother-of-boys thing? It was totally meant for me.
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