Winter Blast 2009 was on it’s way last Friday to Oklahoma. Mind you, we’re a week into Spring and our meteorologists still say Winter. I suppose saying Spring Freak-Out wouldn’t sound as terrifying when a winter storm is headed your way. Knowing that we were expecting “blizzard-like conditions” on Saturday brought forth mixed feelings. On the one hand it meant that I would be stranded at the house unable to leave. On the other hand it meant that I would be stranded at the house unable to leave 🙂 My boys woke up disappointed because there was no white, fluffy stuff on the grass. However, they didn’t let that stop them from engineering their amazing forts. They use chairs and blankets and the sofa and play pretend and get along and have snacks that are loaded with sugar. And I let them. Cuz I’m nice like that. But then something goes wrong. Someone hits the other and the other strikes back and tears start flowing and all sense of peacefulness is gone out the window. And my mother’s heart aches. It aches because I don’t want my boys to treat their friends better than they treat each other. It aches because I want them to work through their problems without yelling and hitting. It aches because I long for them to realize that when their Daddy and I are gone, they are all each other has. I suppose this brotherly love takes time. Just like healthy marriages take time. Rarely do we start out on day one with a healthy marriage. No, unfortunately it often takes some fights, some hurtful words, maybe even some silent treatments to make it to a place where we are no longer fighting each other but fighting for our marriage together. I pray one day my boys will be each other’s biggest fans and defend each other above their friends. I pray that their children will play together and that their wives will be the best of friends. I pray they’ll come to each other for advice or just to watch a football game on TV. Must…keep…praying.