Multiply Life By The Power of Two

Sorry about the lack of blogging lately. I was at a conference the better part of last week, and then to the lake for time with my brother and his family.

Let me tell you this: Four-year-old twin boys will wear your ass straight out.

I don't spend much time with my brother since he lives eight hours away. But we talk frequently, and I thought I was pretty much caught up on his life. Right up until I walked in to what it means to have two four-year-old boys talking to you...constantly.

They're super cute, please don't misunderstand. They're cute kids, with cute personalities, and they love each other more than I thought possible.

But, hell, do they also love moths. And the game of pool, which they call "checkers." And swimming. And Mommy. And Oreos. And Dave. And jumping off the boat. And running around acting like jet skis. And Lori. And Linsley. And Ya Ya. And fishing.

And moths. And "checkers." And swimming. And Mommy. And Oreos. And Dave. And jumping off the boat. And running around acting like jet skis. And Lori. And Linsley. And Ya Ya. And fishing....you get the point.

They love everything over and over and over again. And it will wear you the hell out.

Just when you're at the end of your rope, they walk up to you and give you a hug like you've never had before. A hug just because they want to show you they love you and as they run off as you hear them say:

"Friend, come play with me".

"OK, Friend, let's play".

If two little kids calling one another "friend" doesn't brighten your day, then you're dead inside.

L.