My computer is upstairs. As I sit at it, I hear my boys.
It is spring break from college, so the baby boy (here I have to stop and scratch my head as to how the BABY managed to be a grown man in college) is home. And it is so nice to have him home.
I hear my boys talking. The easy chatter between brothers who have needed to spend time with each other.
The subject matter is wide and varied...
...and really not important at all.
How precious their time together.
They have taken a few walks to the woods and river together, as well.
I hear their voices, deep and masculine...some rowdy, salty language.
Great deep belly laughs.
Sharing the things that have happened since last they were together.
I simply cannot go downstairs and break the moment.
I am so glad that they have each other.