I don't pretend to understand boys. You would think living in a household full of them I would get the way they work. But I don't. Love and worship them with all my heart. They are my first thought. My last thought and pretty much every thought in between. But no I don't get their casual attitude towards time and schedules -Their ability to do nothing and actually enjoy it! They can be completely unconcerned about hygiene one minute and then be obssessed with the state of their sports gear/trading cards the next to the point that I am requested to make new purchases to ensure items that were previously discarded on the floor for weeks are now delicately encased in a purpose built container.
They are brave and fearless when faced with challenge and sporting generated physical pain yet they wouldn't be caught dead cleaning up cat vomit - even their own cat's vomit! They can feel genuine animosity for their sibling/s or even parents, but heaven help any other being who displays anything but admiration and devotion towards a member of their family.
They question with wonder and humour things that I would never think to even ponder - but I wish I did. I adore their sense of awe not just at the miracles of science and nature but at every day conundrums. When did I stop wondering how things worked?
But mostly they know how to love. They don't need words and flowers. They are just there when they need to be with a touch, a hug, a glint in their eye, a touching question, laugh, a smile and a zest for the world which is theirs alone.
They fill my world until it is full to overflowing. They are everything.
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