Me and my boys

For the sake of my story, pretend those are 2 little boys in that picture above.

When my 2 oldest sons asked to take me out to breakfast I wasn't too comfortable with the idea, at first.  I love their wives and I really wanted them to be there too.  I have not thought of Brock and Logan in the 'singular', for years.

But I thought the gesture was nice, so I went along with it.

When I walked into IHOP and saw those 2 sons of mine waiting patiently for me, I was surprised by my tears.  It's not like I hadn't seen them in a while.  I see them often.  Perhaps it was the fact that they were doing something just for me.  Logan, still in his scrubs, had just gotten off work, and Brock was on his way to work.  Logan I'm sure was looking forward to sleep, and Brock would most likely have to work later hours to make up for this early date with his Mom.

But there they were waiting for me.

My niece Natalie, once told me that as we age we become more passionate, more sentimental and emotional about what really matters.  Don't know how she knows that being she is just 30.  I'm learning she's right.

Dennis tells me about this scene in Father of the Bride, where the Dad suddenly sees his grown daughter as a little girl.  No wonder that's his favorite movie.  And today, well as in most days, I see my sons as my little boys all grown up....but still my little boys. (Which means it's a good thing they don't live with me, right?)

I am so proud of them, of the men they have become.

I think I have a really bad case of the condition Natalie described because I cried again as we were leaving, and again on the ride home.

Thank you guys!  It was a great morning.