If this picture is any indication, the boys had a great weekend. In fact, they had a great summer. Almost every day was filled with bikes on the lawn, the pounding of giant feet on the steps, and shrills of laughter echoing through the house. It was loud and rambunctious.
My house will never be the same.
Neither will my boys. They grew up a lot this summer. They heard a lot of words, I’m pretty sure they’ve never heard before. They learned how to resolve new kinds of friendship conflicts. They tried all kinds of new foods and gained all kinds of new confidence.
They’re going back to school quite a bit more grown up than they were when they came home in May.
Come tomorrow, they’ll be walking into the school all gussied up with their book bags. They’ll be whisked off, all strong and confident, but there will be …