I can’t even begin to describe the emotions that these photos evoke in me. So many memories of Saturdays spent on the YMCA soccer fields, miles traveled in a mini-van, and lessons of leadership, teamwork, and humility.
So, here they are, beginning their own journey with this small but significant sphere. Play on, boys. You will never be the same.
And you can bet your britches that I will be camping out underneath one of those big-ass, soccer mom umbrellas on the sideline.
I’m your biggest fan.
Check out this scene from the latest “brother bath.” Mason steals Reece’s dinosaur, and Reece is utterly confused. Nevertheless, he decides that making faces for the camera is much more important than finding the thief…
Laundry is funny. It may not be funny in every household, but it always produces aching stomachs and joyful tears in my house. In fact, I almost pee my pants every time I do laundry. Several factors contribute to this scene…
And, so, without further a due, here is a glimpse into laundry night at the Edwards…
I like to call this story: “Reece finds his white trash roots”
First, Reece puts on Mason’s shorts:
**Note: Laughter commences from all parties involved, including Reece.**
Second, Reece puts on Mason’s shirt…
**Note: Laughter grows, and Reece starts rolling around on the floor laughing his “machine gun” laugh.**
Third, Reece puts on Lola’s high heels…
**Note: With every additional phase of this wardrobe change, Reece runs back to our bedroom to show his Dad the new look. Brad gets more and more concerned with every trip.**
Fourth, Reece puts on Zaz’s silver chain necklace. Reece turns to me and says, “Hey, Mom. Like my chain?” Yes, son. All you need is a PBR in your hand to complete the look.
**Note: By this time, we have all nearly wet ourselves and have lost at least two pounds from laughing**
Finally, the main event. Reece decides to dance…
I have a feeling Reece will be entertaining people for the rest of his life.
Here’s to laundry and all that it represents…
This morning, Reece, Mason and I were in Reece’s room getting him dressed. I sat Mason on the floor and went out into the hallway to rummage through the halfway folded hamper of clean clothes with hopes of finding something that matched. After grabbing a pair of shorts and a shirt that were at least “close,” I walked back into Reece’s room to find this:
Just as I realized that he was wearing a belt on his head, he looked at me, smiled and began singing the lyrics to the song playing in the background as proud as can be:
“God made me. God made me. In my Bible book it says that God made me.”
Yes, Reece. God did make you, and I’m pretty sure He smiles every time he thinks about your design.
Reece came home from church a couple of weeks ago and asked, “Would you like to hear the story of how Jesus died on the cross?”
What am I supposed to say to that? “Yes, son. Of course I would.”
This is what followed:
