Where the Boys Become Men . . .

And the men become boys.

This is what I love.
I love to watch the man in my life
teach the boys in my life
the lessons of life
as they play out on the grass.


What starts out as a game between father and sons soon gains steam
as the neighborhood boys gather for some friendly competition.

Eventually, the entire yard becomes the turf where fathers scrimmage against sons while little sisters cheer from the driveway.


Yes, this is what I love.

Comments

Susan Anderson said…
And I love that, too.

=)
August 28, 2009 at 8:10 AM
Em said…
fall and football, i can't wait:-)
August 28, 2009 at 8:24 AM
Emmy said…
Yeah football!
She looks like she is out there playing, not cheering from the side.
August 29, 2009 at 8:18 AM
Me (aka Danielle) said…
Such GREAT times! Love it!
August 29, 2009 at 8:24 AM
Quickly Going Insane said…
How time flies. I haven't been on line for a hole week and look how much you have grown. You were the smartest in your class, and the prettiest. No salt needed. And it is great the way your husband is always there for his family. It's great that you can put your thoughts in writing because so many of us cannot. I love you very much and I'm very proud.
August 29, 2009 at 9:13 AM
Anonymous said…
I noticed your comment on Emmy's blog. I have a little boy with Autism. One of my four :) I feel so blessed that my hubby is such an amazing example for our kids too.
August 30, 2009 at 5:28 PM
Candy McCall said…
What a GREAT tradition your Hubby has started.
This stuff is what childhood memories are made of.
Page is an awesome cheer/tumbling teacher too!
August 30, 2009 at 9:25 PM
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