I remember when the boys were at home.
The house was loud.
There were endless hours of them performing “shows” for us. Of course, we had to “love them”.
Balls were constantly flying through the air.
The floor was used as a wrestling ring.
Every night was filled with a practice or ballgame.
We had little “free time” for ourselves.
Clothes were left lying on floor.
The toilets weren’t always flushed. 
The boys usually didn’t help around the house unless forced to do so.
They left the top off the toothpaste.
They didn’t want to go to bed on time.
They didn’t want to get up in the morning.
I hated science projects.
They had lots of science projects.
They really did take a lot of our time.
In some ways, they cramped our style.
They certainly altered our plans.
I miss those days.
Still have kids at home?
Don’t neglect the good days.
You’ll miss them.
BTW, tell me about your kids at home. How many? How old? I’d love to pray for them with you!
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