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How I miss my Boys

This weekend has been a very lonely weekend for me, you see my husband took Tuck and Tru up visit their Grandma and Grandpa Phillips. They left on Saturday Morning and are returning on Monday Afternoon/Evening. While they were gone, it was my job (and my choice) to repaint the kitchen cupboards. This has been a task that I have wanted to do for a long time, since we moved into our house last year, so I was grateful for my husband for taking the boys so I could finish this task in a reasonable amount of time, (instead of me trying to paint over the next month, while all our kitchen stuff is piled in our front room). But I have missed the little pitter patter of their feet. I have missed my husband joking with me as I paint everything 3 times. I miss hearing the words Mom and Hubba.
I am excited for my kitchen cabinets to be painted and finished, but I am more excited to see my sweet husband and boys again. The depth of my love runs deep. It is not material things that matter in life, it is our family and our relationships that matter most.For that reason, I am pumped to see them tomorrow. I love you My boys!
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