I've shared so much about my youngest, my daughter Cassandra. I thought I might share a little bit about her two older brothers. My boys mean everything to me . . I adore and treasure them both, they bring so much joy to my life. When I'm with them, they are like two pillars standing on each side of me. They're both over six feet tall, my oldest is built like a football player with blond brown hair, which is getting darker as he gets older and my other one like a basketball player with dark brown hair, they're three and half years apart. I often forget how old they are now, as a Mom you never really see your kids grown up. I had the ultimate best time raising Davey and Brian. When they were both so little, I remember having a blue leather "Esprit" drawstring bag, one would hold my hand and the other would hold the strap of the bag. When I retired that bag, I didn't even want to throw it away, it felt like I was throwing a piece of my life away. Too many good memories and some sour ones too . . . . boy scouts, little league, high school wrestling events, music, fender benders, speeding tickets, and sports injuries. They both turned out to be just good men with true hearts and strong integrity. Both are still in grad school and college completing there education, which I'm very grateful to God for. God is good, isn't he . . he is always so loyal to all of us.
Here's a pic of them when they were little ones . . . this is how I'll always remember them. Davey's on the left and Brian is on the right.
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