I love me a group of good-looking boys. Next time, we'll have to group them differently, so that the ones on the left don't look so short (they are both taller than I am!), and the one on the right doesn't look so... I'll give up on that one right now. I have my hands behind my back because there is a twin hiding in my skirts.
I'm so amazed that they grow up so fast. It seems like only yesterday... Now I'll have to break out into singing "Sunrise, Sunset" until I embarrass the whole of them.
I have always told them that they ought to grow to become taller, smarter, and stronger than their mother. I suppose it might seem that I'd get an inferiority complex from my grown sons, but on the contrary. Somehow I get bigger and more important as I help others to grow. It's the happy paradox of a Mother.