Boys.

Today as I sat at the computer typing a blog post I glanced over at my boys. As I looked at them I heard a small whispering tell me to take a minute and just watch them. Absorb how much I love them. And so I did.

I watched them run around the house in their underwear.
I watched them do spin jumps off the furniture.
I watched them break dance on the carpet.
I watched them sit on each other's heads and laugh.
I watched them squirt the dog with the spray bottle.
I listened to them pound on the piano at alarmingly loud volumes.
I watched the youngest tip over the piano bench just to hear it crash.
I then watched him build a "dog kennel" out of the tipped over piano bench and a blanket.
I smiled at the oldest when he lifted a box of kleenex's over his head and said "Mom! Look how strong I am".
I watched the "buddies" play together.
I listened to them giggle as they each took turns saying the word poop.
I listened to them make farting noises with their mouths and then blame it on the dog.
I watched them crawl around on the floor as monsters, and then dogs, and then dragons.
I watched them run from one room to the next leaving chaos in their wake.
I smelled the little one as he walked by, completely oblivious to his stench.
I listened to their little voices singing an odd collection of songs mumbled together.
I listened to them squeal. I listening to them scream. I listened to them giggle. (all in rapid succession)
I listened to them imagine things like fire and destruction.
I watched them be up, down, left, right, and in between.
I watched the oldest take a break in his mayhem to hug the fat lazy dog laying on the floor.
I listened to them idolize their daddy, and their grandpa.
I watched them drive their tractors around on the carpet, the chair, the mom, and the dog.
I listened to the sound effects a tractor makes.

And then, when it was quite and I couldn't see them anymore, I got up to look for them. Just to see what they were doing.

I watched my boys smile today. It was the best 30 minutes of my day.