I certainly am pretty much her entire world. But she's not all of mine.
There is so much I wish I could write about my boys, especially the older two, but as they get older I feel I should be respectful and limiting with what I can share and what I keep just between us. The sweetest of prayers, secrets in their classrooms, humbling and often embarrassing observations about life. And what goes on in the bathroom.
The tales I could tell.
Noah wears the same sweatshirt everysingleday to school. And it's not a sweatshirt he wears in place of coat. It's a sweatshirt that never comes off so it looks like he wears the same exact thing every day in a row. But if he doesn't wear his Tony Hawk Sweatshirt to school he won't be in the Tony Hawk Sweatshirt Club. Or something like that.
I sneak and wash it as much as I can and attack him with baby wipes in between that. And a little piece of me dies inside when he heads off to catch the bus each morning.
Carter lost his tooth in the car yesterday. And I mean he really lost it. We still haven't found it. Which means the Tooth Fairy is off the hook this time! Mean? No way. There's a TOOTH lurking around in my car.
Grayson. Oh dear. I need to start a whole other anonymous blog just about Gray.
So, sometimes, to be on the safe side and also to keep some super special things for my heart only, stories about my boys might be few and far between.
Someday I will be saying that about Ivy.
And then what will I write about?
Will you still be around when I have grandbabies?
A very favorite photo of my boys, by Allen Photographic
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