Every day I watch the boys grow before my eyes.
Will is on his imaginary mobile phone having an imaginary conversation with the imaginary man that is selling him imaginary fuel for his imaginary tractor. Xavier toddles along like he wants to master this walking thing before the month is out. And I just try and give them the best environment for them to flourish and grow in.
Today is hard. But even when I find myself despairing at their ungrateful temper tantrums, they still grow.
There’s only limited time in life. I can’t afford to dwell on their button pushing. They’re so big already.