Who Are You And Where Are My Boys?

I'm at a loss for words.

The boys just got baths/showers for the night, and dressed for bed. They decided to watch a movie in Griffin's room, and I heard this when I walked out the door...

"I love you, Bubby. You're my best friend."

I looked back to see Hayden, who is 3, kiss his 7-year-old brother on the cheek. Griff put his arm around his brother and grinned. Gotta love it.

Twenty minutes ago they were rough-housing and I had 9-1-1 on speed dial. Twenty minutes ago, the boys were yelling louder than I did when I grabbed Nick Lachey's arm at the Superbowl. Twenty minutes ago, they were playing tug-of-war with the Gameboy, until I put them both in time alone.

Who knows how long this latest kindness act will last, but I'm not complaining. As I write this, it is actually quiet in this house.

And I hear stuff...

Like the whir of the dishwasher, and a cardoor shutting across the street. I hear our black lab snoring, and my office chair squeaking when I lean back.

This NEVER happens.

Lovin' it.