Seems like forever since Taylor, my son's friend came in our lives. He's part of the family. I love nights like tonight when they come home from conditioning-"Hi Mom!"-starving and bouncing around eating us out of house and home.
I watched out the window as they piled into a pickup and down the street to go shoot trap. When they invited my youngest and he very smartly followed them out-I couldn't take my eyes off...even though they were a little teary. The two bigger guys blind to the influence they have on Caleb.
Soon they are back. Ready for video games. Grab a few more slices of pizza. Open and shut the fridge and back down to the "troll hole." My youngest has the games, controllers and the "skills" so he is right in the middle of it all.
Right now they are playing and by the sounds of it-my youngest is teaching them a thing or two. Every few minutes laughter and jokes reverberate up the stairs to where I'm working at the table. "Why did you go there?" "Hey look out!" More laughter. "Go that way. Right here." More laughter. I have to cover my mouth to keep from laughing out loud.
Taylor will camp out on the couch and then they will all be off to football early morning-then coffee in hand and groggy- off to work.
Young adults and yet kids. Tough and independent. Childlike. Smart and capable. Simple.
Nights like these-they are still little (6'1 & 230#) boys enjoying life, measured freedom without the full responsibility of adulthood.
My prayer right now is that they never lose their "childlike spirit" and love of life and laughter. God, please keep the bounce in their step and that mischievous twinkle in their eyes!! Keep them close to each other and their feet on your path. Don't let them turn to the left or to the right of what you have planned for them!
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