Last night Max and I got home around 8:15 after a long day of work, housework, school and church activities. Shelly and AJ are away at camp.
We chatted and read together. His inquisitive mind never ceases to amaze me.
He complained of growing pains in his knees and ankles and asked me to set an appointment with “his” Doctor. His discomfort breaks my heart.
I gave him a children’s aspirin and had to convince him they truly are chewable. I said they tasted like Sweetarts but he corrected me and said they tasted more like Bottle Caps. We now have a plan to go introduce Dad to this candy.
In the all too seldom opportunities I get to spend an extended period of time with each boy alone, I am equally amazed at how different they are from one another in some ways, how similar they are in others. And I get tickled when I see or hear myself in their deeds and words.
And as Max fell asleep, I listened to his soft breathing, looked at his sweet countenance, and grew further amazed that my love for both Max and AJ knows no bounds. These two rascals can still bring tears of joy to my eyes.
Just not while I’m doing their laundry.