September 22, 2011

my little heroes

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.