I am insanely, ridiculously thankful for these boys of mine. The Trolls are my heart and soul. The Boyfriend™ is the piece of me I didn't know I was missing -- until I found him. There is no place I'd rather be than with my boys, at home.
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| The Monkey -- being monkey-ish. Cuz that's how he rolls. |
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I love this kid. More than he knows. Since he's going through the God Awful Puberties right now, we fight more often than we get along. But this child is solely responsible for teaching me how to love -- wholly and unconditionally. He loves and lives so fully and loudly and I can only hope that I can be so bold someday.
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| The Nugget -- 'nuff said. |
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Oh, how I love this child. He's saved me a couple of times in his life. I think he's part guardian angel. He's moody and sensitive. He's quizzical and just so unapologetic about being
him. We could all benefit from taking a page out of his book.
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| The Boyfriend™ -- it was sheer coincidence that he was making the same face as The Nugget |
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If The Monkey is my heart and The Nugget is my soul, then The Boyfriend™ is the glue holding it all together. The dude
gets me, puts up with me and doesn't mind assuaging me on a daily basis. He should be nominated for sainthood. OK... he's not
that perfect, but he's perfect for me and that's what counts.
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