David and Wade, when I see you brothers playing, fighting and loving each other, I want to tell you that years from now you’ll remember this time as the Good Ol’ Days.
Racing on your bikes in the driveway until the sun goes down on a warm July night.
Sitting next to each other. Blurry-eyed, bedhead sticking up, eating breakfast on school mornings, discussing Star Wars, Nerf guns and all the stuff little boys talk about.
Arguing over who got the biggest cookie.
Having laugh-filled sleepovers in each other’s rooms on Friday nights.
Doing every annoying thing you can just for the sake of making each other mad.
Playing epic Minecraft sessions together on Saturday afternoons.
Splashing in the lake together on a summer day.
Fighting in the backseat over who’s looking at who and who’s touching each other on family road trips.
Climbing and sitting in trees in the backyard together.
Playing tag in the dark on cold winter mornings waiting for the school bus.
Flying like the wind down snowy hills together on a sled.
Building mammoth Lego towers in the living room together.
Wrestling in a pile on the living room floor while the dog looks on and barks.
Getting in a shoving match over who cheated at Uno.
Roasting marshmallows over the campfire together to make S’mores.
Shrieking and running as you spray each other with the garden hose on a hot day.
You’ll always be brothers. You’ll always love each other, I hope. But in just eight more years, David will go to college. You’ll never be together in the same way again. Wade, you’ll grow up and go to college too.
You’ll both go your separate ways, have careers, marry, have families of your own. Those will be good days. Those will be great days. But these days you’ll look back on fondly and remember as The Good Ol’ Days.
So, I want to tell you now to cherish these days. To tuck the memories in your hearts. The trouble with the Good Ol’ Days is that you don’t know they’re the Good Ol’ Days until they’re over.
This was so sweet. And true! I’m glad mine aren’t the only ones fighting over stupid stuff in the car. 🙂
Ha! No, I think all siblings fight over ridiculous stuff in the car! Must be the close quarters.
Oh this is so nice. I always look back at my time spent growing up with my brothers as such a wonderful time.
Memories with your siblings are so special. They’re the only ones that share your same experiences growing up in your family.
This is very sweet and true. I miss the good ole days growing up with my brothers, and I know my sons will do the same. I think a cool thing happens when we become a parent though and we get to relive those good ole days with our babies, and for me, that’s my good ole days! ☺
Yes, we’re always making new memories!
Such great moments! I have so many wonderful memories with my sister.
Those memories of growing up with sibling sare so special!
So sweet!!! It’s so true how we look back and fondly remember the good times!!
Yes, and I hope my boys have lots of them to remember!
A very sweet post! Mothers have this uncanny ability to look ahead and smile at the future! I hope your boys will have a chance to read this one day when they are older and looking back at fond memories together.
Yes, the future! It always sounds so far away, but we know how quickly it’s coming.
Growing up in a family of six children I fondly look back on the Good Ole Days. When we all get a chance to be together lots of time is spent on “do you remember….” and lots of laughs.:-) I’m sure your boys will do the same.