Fathers and Sons

Every time a moment like this happens, I feel so darn lucky.

There are many.

When they wrestle on the floor, pig-piling one another, all three of them laughing and squealing like little girls. When they throw the frisbee into the tree and jump up and down to get it. When one of them comes out to give daddy a hug and a kiss — really an excuse just to get out of bed, but cute all the same.

Those boys — all three of them — have a special bond. I have my own with them, but that’s a post for another time. But watching them? Together?

I feel like the luckiest woman on this planet.