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The birthday boy and his new bike...


My baby, Kyle, turns 11 today. Justin will be 16 in August. It's so damn hard to believe that in a blink of an eye my boys will be men. I am an extremely lucky Mom, and I mean that in all sincerity. My boys keep me going. Sometimes I wonder if it wasn't for them if I would have found the strength the last few years to push on.

We're a tight knit unit - the boys and I; extremely close. Even last summer when I was working nutty hours and two jobs we still managed to sit down at the table at least once a day and eat together....our social time. We talk about everything under the sun from their day...my day...their friends...my friends...to current events. No topic is off limits. However there are times when I feel my eyebrows raising as I clear my throat trying to find a way to answer an uncomfortable question.

People often ask me why I don't hate their father for all he has done in the last few years....the scars he has left in all our memories. Justin even will ask me why I don't despise the man especially since he cannot stand to hear his father's name mentioned. I tell Justin that he is entitled to his feelings, and I would never tell him not to feel how he does...that's something he will need to work out when he is ready. Then I tell him to respect mine because every time I look into his or his brother's eyes I am reminded of the gift my marriage to his father did bring me...them...two wonderful children...the reason my heart beats.

I better quit writing now, this post has the potential to turn into one of those Hallmark moments and I will be crying in a matter of moments ....Damn! I avoid those Hallmark Hall of Fame movies for this very reason! {sniffle sniffle} You should have seen me the first day they started school; a friggin basket case!

Well time to go make Kyle's favorite cake; a Black Forest Cake...but before I go, a trip down memory lane....anyone got a tissue?






OMG!! When did he grow up?


Cute little bald thing Justin was!

Yup, a cutie!



See that twinkle? It keeps me on my toes!



Awww...Justin's Baptism...sweet



Kyle and the llama...one of my favorite pictures!

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