Tonight we had a little BBQ for my baby brother that goes back to Hawaii to return to duty for the Army (I'm totally jealous too). It was a nice little crowd with lots of kids running around creating a ruckus.
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As the sun set, the energy level of the Littles rose. It was entertaining, to say the least.
I love seeing the kids play together. What always gets me are the flashes of the future. The rough and tumble of some and the watchful eye of others. {{I'll let you decide which was my kid.}} The way they play and interact with each other seemed like a direct scene into their futures. It couldn't have been sweeter. Or scarier. You pick. ;)
By 945, we were down to The Sichley and Wolterman Clans. The all boy, all the time crews. The never-loud-enough gangs. These boys know how to take a hit, give a tackle and wrestle (naked) in the grass. I caught a glimpse of my sweaty boy's filthy legs and offered the big guys baths. They ran down the hall excited beyond belief to be bathing together. After a quick scrub, things got out of control. QUICKLY.
But in my heart of hearts, I didn't have it in me to stop it. As I sat next to one of my very best friends, each of us holding our sweet babies, our big guys splashed water EVERY.WHERE. Really, it was everywhere.
And, we laughed. I can still feel it in my stomach an hour later. My face hurts from smiling so hard. My belly hurts from the deep laugh that came out. But, my heart. Oh, my heart. It really couldn't be fuller.
Sometimes, friends are busy. And sometimes, it's hard to know you LITERALLY live 15 minutes away from each other and some how still miss crossing paths with each other. But best friends? They don't care. They know you think about them. That you love them and their busy life. That you're proud of them and all they do.
And that there's no one else you'd rather sit on a bathroom floor with, wet from head to toe.
Love you Mama.