Three little boys bearing bags of goodness.
One with a proud smile.
Because he's pretty big now.
All this life and zest.
Their eyes full of wonderful.
Can't stop touching their blessed heads.
Little boys in little jeans.
Filling my heart with their dimpled smiles.
Making my head swim joy memories.
Remembering a world so big.
And their sweet mama coming along nicely now.
In her sixth month of making miracles.
Patiently tutoring me in the hidden art of slide shows.
Jesus all over her face.
Us scratching our heads.
Our traditional goodbye salute.
She drives away leaving me kind of breathless.
And pregnant with hope for the future.