Perspective

We spent the day eating, playing, and watching a movie at Atlantic Station.

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:

MY BABIES.

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.