It all started with the lady I tutored calling her son her treasure. I thought that was neat so I started telling my oldest son that he was my treasure. When I said it to him, he whispered, "Treasure", as if I was telling him a secret. My babies, all four of them, are my treasure.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
We always check on the boys, give them a kiss, before we go to bed at night. They are often in amusing positions, holding hands, cradling each other's heads, Eli's foot in Luke's face or Luke's finger in Eli's ear. This night was no exception.
I remember shortly after Eli was born a mom of two teen boys in our church telling me that her boys were like puppy dogs, always moving and many times rolling around on the floor together. I can say the same thing.