where did my boys go?

I was looking through my photos from Christmas Eve and Christmas morning, and I literally started to cry. I know, I’m a doofus .  It’s like, for the first time I really saw my sons …

They are growing into men. Even little Keigan Michael, isn’t really “little” Keigan Michael, anymore – he’s 11 now, and I can see the vestiges of his childhood beginning to fade from his precious face. His mannerisms have always been ‘old’ – well, for years anyway.  He’s a more mature young man, at 11, than some are at 16 and 18 .  Why must they grow up so fast?  At the same time, I must get on my knees and say thank you, Jesus, for letting them grow up into such fine young men.  Oh, they are certainly not perfect, and have a good journey ahead of them yet, in many ways, even the older fella – but God has been incredibly gracious to me, as a mother, and to each of His children.

God, I love them – thank you.