Me and the Boys

A wonderful few days of escape. The gift of my life, our youngest after we were done with newborns and diapers.

Our second son, always eager with a natural joy and smile.

Our eldest, like me. He's twelve years and six months old, and every month that he still cherishes me is like nectar from the gods, the postponement of a child's drifting away from his father much like debris in the tide.

It was a good few days.