Every Tuesday night the big boys have soccer practice. So that means every Tuesday night the big boys go with dad and I get the two littles. We laugh and play and slowly unwind from a long day. But every Tuesday night while I'm putting Malaya down, I come back to a sleeping Blake. Our special time together has yet to happen because he can't keep his eyes open long enough for me to return from putting his little sister to bed.
Tonight I left him by his door reading so I thought for sure he would still be there wide awake. Nope, he crawled in bed and it was all over. His hand was still between the pages of his Story Book Bible. I wasn't even gone that long. Sweet boy of mine. I love you, buddy!
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