Memories in the Making

Who would have thought that a hose and a few cut up sponges would provide such glorious entertainment on a hot summer evening?  There was splashing, puddles, sneak attacks, games of 500, more sneak attacks, mud and soaking wet boys from head to toe.  I want to remember Noah's bravery and sense of adventure, Mason's fearlessness and spunk, Emmitt's curiosity and affinity for his big baby belly.  Moments pass and memories grown dim, but these are bits of bliss and smiles of sheer delight that I will tuck away in my heart as the years keep on flying by, turning my sons from babies to boys to men.