Surprised by their color against white t-shirts.
Surprised by brothers love.
The yard, "their turf" and their room is always
a mess but these two can always be found even
in the mess of the every day. When things are crazy,
when things are busy, my boys are there in the middle
of it all and I'm surprised that it brings me so much joy
seeing these two lean into my car window as I'm about
to drive away. Standing on the edge, leaning in, giving me one
last kiss. One last kiss before they grow into men and I have
no more little guys that hang on my car and beg me not to leave.
One last kiss..
it's always the best.
I lean toward them and hold on hard.
Never being the first to let go.
Always remembering the "clock" that is always
ticking my time away.
Trying to remember to not let this moment pass as in a blur
but to look, really look, at these two.
These two bring me Joy.
So by the words of C.S Lewis, I'm always surprised by Joy.
God given and mama receiving Joy.