These boys. Their energy is unprecedented in my life. I have been friends with boys and I have lived with boys, but never have I experienced this raw, bouncing off the wall from sun up to sun down excitement. Their wills are extreme, they are boisterous and loud, disorganized, chaotic, and well plain old crazy.
But they have a sweetness that can’t be denied. A passion for life that is honestly enviable. I admire them with all my heart.
Sometimes when asked by a stranger once again (and again, and again, and again) with a bit of shock in their eyes what its like to have all boys, or if I wanted a girl, or how do I manage (or the plethora of other slightly uncomfortable questions) I am taken aback. Society wants me to have a little girl in my life. The general whole of the people I meet mention it some how, but me?
I couldn’t imagine life any other way.
I always joke that I don’t want to give up my throne any how, but the truth is these boys steal the spot light despite my obvious difference.
They are the light in my soul.