a love letter to my boys

Tomorrow morning the baby and I are flying out for a last minute girls getaway.  It's always fun to sneak away for a day or two, but today I've felt a little melancholy thinking about leaving my men behind.  We went to lunch at Cafe Rio and played crochet at the park.  We danced to loud music and made popcorn on the stove and sat around the table drinking hot chocolate after it got dark. I've been listening to them closely and watching their facial expressions and they are just the cutest.boys.ever!  Just before bed, we gathered on our king size bed and read scriptures together.  There were 3 kids laying on me at once and I loved every minute of it.  While Daddy was reading, Simon pulled my eyelids down and said, "Oh my GOSH!" because whatever he saw scared him.  We giggled and we talked about why we need to be kind not only to strangers, but especially to each other because we're family and our relationships with one another are the most important.  I looked around at each of these little people who live in my home and I breathed in deeply.  Some had sweaty shirts and stinky feet, but I wanted to smell them anyway, exactly the way they are.

After they went to sleep, Aaron and I laid close to each other and he told me that we can't die on the plane tomorrow.  I am sure we won't, but if we do, I need to have one last paragraph to let the men in my life know how much I adore them.  It is such a privilege to be the wife and mother in this home.  They are smart and good and hilarious and sweet and everything that any woman could ever hope her husband/sons to be.  They treat me with respect and kindness.  They want to do the right thing and when I interact with them, I feel so proud to be a part of their lives.  It will be great to spend a little quality time with my sisters, but being here in this home is where I belong. I love you, my handsome boys.  I am so grateful to be a part of your family.... forever.