My boys are very different from one another. Alike in many ways, but different in many more. And it is quite wonderful seeing life through two very different perspectives. I catch glimpses of how different they really are all the time. Today I was standing in the cow pasture with Jody as he fed. The boys were on the other side of the electric fence, in our yard, playing. And this is what I saw...
My oldest, quietly doing his best to make the perfect snow angel.
And then I saw this.
My middle boy making and then launching then perfect snowball.
Different. As different as can be. And isn't it wonderful.
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