Tats and Hands

Tats and Hands

Thursday, December 8, 2011


My Sons, God bless them!

They are cute, cuddly, and most importantly pills. I love playing with them, reading with them, cooking with them (not cooking them ;P ) I just all around love spending time with them and getting to see their personalities blossom into the individuals that they will some day become. It just intrigues me to no end to watch them solve the same problem in their own ways.

A lot of time as passed since I have last posted on this blog. A new thing in mine and my sons life is that I am now engaged to a wonderful man that the boys are already calling "Daddy Trent", if you couldn't have guessed his name is Trent. He has a son of his own though was never married to the mother of his son. His name is Bryden and he is 5 years old.

The boys love to play with Bryden and truth be told, Trent too (which makes my heart soar). Trent (and Bryden) are a huge blessing in my life as I know that I (and the boys) are in theirs as well. It's nice that there is an age difference between all of the boys but that the difference isn't so overwhelming that they can't all play together nicely, most of the time anyways.

While my title doesn't really have anything directly to do with the post I felt that it was the most fitting, well it was in my mind. My sons are growing up so quickly it takes my breath away and I often need to step back and take it all in that they're going to be going to school soon and that they won't "need" me in the ways that they needed me before. It hurts but it's also the most amazing thing to witness and I am so lucky to be a part of it.

I Love my sons.

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