We climbed a mountain last weekend. Our three little dudes skipped all the way to the "summit" and looked out over the city that we call home. Bright, the walking dictionary; Zion, the walking heart; and Brave, the tank in a diaper. He looks so strange in a diaper, since he is as big as his four-year-old brother, but we aren't about to go there right now. Best to leave well-enough alone.
I just can't say it enough: I am so proud of my sons. The way that they have embraced their new sister, and the way that they have obeyed their frazzled mommy, and heeded the wisdom of their daddy - I have truly been blown away.
I love you to the ends of the earth and back, my precious sons, the wonderful Rupp Brothers Three.
