A place for everything

Couldn't find Aden one day while picking up the boys from Nana and Granddad's. Aden had gone outside by himself, so we walked outside and looked for him. Didn't see him anywhere. Called to him. Came the reply, "Here I am! At the top of the dogwood tree!"

In other words, surprise, Mama!

And in still other words, I'm beyond thankful that apparently the Lord has assigned a full squadron of guardian angels to this boy. He exhausts every one of them.

Then, it has gotten to where our kitchen table just looks weird when it doesn't have Trey's basketball board, dry-erase marker, bracket, and pen in the southwest corner, ready to be used whenever the basketball vibe hits.

I have neglected to teach my children many, many basic life and courtesy skills, one of which is putting your stuff away. Of course by now, should we ever actually try to work on that particular skill, Trey would probably answer, "But that's where it goes!"

Yes, I know I'll miss it someday.

One photo of each boy, every week, doing their thing.