There was a time when Kenny was small enough to fit in my arms. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that in a blink of an eye Kenny would be 10 years old living as all 10 year old boys do! I have to hold my breath at times and count slowly to ten when I am approached with ideas of "mayhem and madness".
But when all is said I done, I have to be grateful for a son who still enjoys a good game of 'war', still brings me flowers from the garden, and still lets me tuck him in to bed at night. Thank goodness for little boys!
There was a time when Kenny was small enough to fit in my arms. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that in a blink of an eye Kenny would be 10 years old living as all 10 year old boys do! I have to hold my breath at times and count slowly to ten when I am approached with ideas of "mayhem and madness". 
But when all is said I done, I have to be grateful for a son who still enjoys a good game of 'war', still brings me flowers from the garden, and still lets me tuck him in to bed at night. Thank goodness for little boys!
