A picnic was rained out today. The kids are playing with things and getting into things for fun.
My youngest son comes in wearing my shirt down to his knees.. "Look daddy. I'm gonna grow up to be just like you!"
This sticks in my throat with honor and just then his older brother steps in behind him... "I'm gonna get there first."
You don't have tears, just s warm smile inside. A train of thought runs along inside me. I mostly think about how I've put everything I am into these boys. I just want them to find their way and do everything I've ever done, better.
A minute later you get... "Daddy, can you make me a paper airplane?" May they not grow up too fast.


