Twenty nine years ago, our last child was born. A boy. Ten years younger
than our first born girl, and seven than our middle son.
Having two boys was a challenge for me. I grew up without a father, and
having no brothers, was totally clueless about the nature of the male
species. So when these little boys came into our family, I had no idea
what I was in for.
Things start out small. Like climbing and making mud pies in the sand box.
But before I knew it, things escalated.
They go from this...
...to this
My memory serves me when my middle son decided that he would take his
Dad's golf clubs and hit a few. His one mean stroke sailed through the
air, and went right through my bedroom window.
Yes, boys. They are a breed of their own.
But life sure would be dull without them.