I know I talk about how crazy the boys who live in my house make me.
Butter is full of back talk.
Little Bear has started walking and throwing himself down on the sofa because he thinks it’s hilarious.
And M . . . well, sometimes he does things to make me insane, and I think he does them on purpose. Sometimes.
But tonight when I realized it will be seven sleeps until I see my little boys again? I got a little teary.
I’m going to miss them something fierce.