Today my sweet, precious baby boys are 14 and 15 years old. How that could possibly be possible, I’m not really sure. I don’t feel but about 17, myself. Hmm…

Here they are in their (almost) full marching uniforms, sans hats. (I’ll get that ‘hat pic’ for you soon, Mom! I keep trying to catch them, but, things get hectic when they’re going out on the field, etc. LOL!)

Aren’t they just adorable, though?

Yesterday, I was looking out the kitchen window, watching Patrick walk up the driveway. He stopped to help his dad lift a fairly heavy generator. There was no one in that driveway with Mark, but, a handsome young man. Where my baby’s gone, I do not know. He was this squishy little blob on my left shoulder just the other day.

And Shawn – with his mysterious, rocker-boy elusiveness …completely adorable, for sure – has gaggles of girls swooning, but, has me wondering where my little munchkin went. That little baby smelled so good – his head smelled like glue – I wanted to suck him right up my nose. Odd, I know – but, he was just so sweet and smelled so yummy. We’d fall asleep every afternoon looking into each other’s eyes – me and Shawn and God – the three of us taking an afternoon nap together.

OMG, that is just quite enough, people. Quit pulling the sap out of me! I mean it. I get so unbelievably homesick for Texas on my children’s birthdays that I have to put my emotional guard up today – I’ll sap tomorrow! Now quit messing with me! I’m strong. I’m a ‘thinker’. No ‘feeler’, here, no sir! Not me!

I don’t feel a damn thing!

Except maybe the need to say….

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PATRICK AND SHAWN! I LOVE YOU VERY, VERY MUCH!