I Have No Greater Thanks...

...to offer than the opportunity I had to spend a few hours with the sons today. I, and their Mammaw, spent two hours laughing, reminiscing and spewing profanity at all sorts of subjects. My heart swells with joy when I get to be around them. These are the fruits of my loins. From a time I remember as if it were yesterday, and yet seems so long ago. They are men now, for all intents and purposes. Gently sliding into the adult world. I still view them when they lay gently in their cribs, as I would go check on them and make sure they were comfortable and safe from harm. I can't do that anymore, but it doesn't mean that part of me is no longer viable. It comes with the territory. They are my responsibility, in an extended sense. I talk to them now as if they are good friends, knowing full well that they carry within both the good and bad genes I've been given. They are both funny and reflective, thoughtfull and outrageous. They are my sons. I often contemplate what they would have been like if they weren't the product of a divorce. I'll never know. They are what they are now because their parents never got ugly. Love you guys more than you will ever know. And thanks for taking the time to come see us.