They have a nice fake grass field the boys love to play on. I sat on a bench and watched the boys giggling and rolling around and running together. They were so happy.
A woman, accompanied by two young men, asked me if I would take their picture. They must have come from Easter services as they were all dressed beautifully.
MOM, WHY DON'T YOU STAND BETWEEN US?
They positioned themselves into a nice little family portrait. Luckily for them, they asked the phone photography expert to snap their picture.
THANKS FOR TAKING THE PICTURE, I KNOW YOU ARE BUSY WATCHING YOUR LITTLE GUYS.
She smiled at me and commented how sweet the Yoys were. Who can resist matchy-matchy, anyway? They were sweet, except that Big E kept pausing to eat boogers.
They began to walk off and the mom turned around to me.
I WISH WE COULD FREEZE THEM AT THAT AGE.
Her sons were walking ahead of her and she motioned to them and mouthed to me:
Thank the lord I had on sunglasses, as I started to cry.
Even though they drain me of every last ounce of energy, I still love the sh*t out of them and freak out a little when I think about them as grown men that don't want to sit on my lap anymore. Because that would be weird.