Counting my blessings.
Because sometimes it’s easy to forget. That
At least my boys can shout.
Some kids can’t talk, sing or laugh.
At least they can run around like silly little monsters.
They have happy, playful, spirited energy.
They have legs and arms that work.
They have all the bits of their bodies, healthy and working perfectly.
Ah, my crazy little boys.
Callum and Sean, if you ever read this, I just want you to know, that as much as you drive me totally insane, I love you guys more than you can ever know.