Sunday, February 21, 2016


My boys have their best friends over right now. The littler boys are playing in the yard, same as they almost always do. Same as they've done for years. Same as the older boys have always done. Usually it's all four of them playing and having fun and some combination ends up trying to kill each other. It's how they roll. It's what we're used to.

But right now the nine and a half year olds are upstairs listening to music.

That's it.

That's what they're doing.

And I'm catching a glimpse of my teenager--who will be here in just a few years--hanging out with his buddy, listening to music and talking about girls or cars or whatever kids these days are talking about.

Where'd my baby go?

Heck, where'd my little boy go?

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