To my boys,
There are many days when I wonder how did I get to be so lucky? I get to be your mama. I get to watch you play, wrestle, and run, help you learn and read to you. I get to hear you read and sing. You are my trio of energy and adventure. No two days are the same when they're shared with you. You've all grown and learned so much in just a few years. I can't wait to see what the future holds for each of you. My prayer is that you always remain close to your Savior, Jesus Christ and count each other as friends and confidantes.
How good and pleasant it is when brothers live together in unity! It is like precious oil poured on the head, running down the beard, running down on Aaron's beard, down upon the collar of his robes. It is as if the dew of Hermon were falling on Mount Zion. For there the LORD bestows his blessing, even life forevermore. Psalm 133
All my love boys,
Mama
