My Boys

I adore their imaginations.

They have this incredible ability to entertain themselves for hours on end with little more than a kitchen spoon to inspire them.

Or to spend an entire morning rolling around on the living room floor and chasing each other from room to room.

They have the most vivid of dreams and each morning they passionately share the previous nights adventures with me.

It is one of my morning highlights – to sit at the table and listen to them share about these dreams.

The accounts are unique enough that I do think they are true dreams and not just made up imagination stories.

Judah told me that last night he was a cup of water and that people kept picking him up and pouring him down the drain but each time he was poured down the drain he would just giggle and end up right back in the glass again.

Wesley told me he dreamed that he was a dog that could sing “E-I-E-I-O” and that crowds of people would cheer for him each time he, as a dog, would perform.


I don’t know what inspires these crazy dreams, but they are delightful.

I need to start writing them down because each one is unique and charming and laughter inducing.

Paul and I enjoy a silent laugh as they share with us.

I am thankful for boys.

I am thankful for my boys.

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One Reply to “My Boys”

  1. They look like such fun – I bet my kiddos would love to hang out with them 😀

    Gwen has yet to let me in on a dream. I ask her sometimes if she's been dreaming if she wakes up crying or something, but she's never able to articulate it. I can't wait to be let in on her dream world!

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