grubby little hands and feet
the smell of sticky sweat and sweet
trucks and books and dinosaurs
heavy breathing, little snores
poop and pee and tooter jokes
saying things to shock my folks
wrestling moves and pig piling
days chocked full of smiling
pockets that are full of rocks
laundry filled with balled up socks
taking toys and throwing fits
it’s a wonder our house isn’t broken to bits
loving fierce and loving hard
stitches that will leave you scarred
sharing boogers and random finds
I’m so glad to call you mine.
I love you Charlie and Eddie.
I am so proud to be a mom to boys.