Thursday, April 05, 2007


I love my cell phone. I am constantly taking pictures. This is my latest favorites of the birthday boys. I took this when we were home last time and went out to eat for Toot, Cayden, Vitt, and Des's birthdays. They love each other so good and do the most fantastic rendition of Wrestling Mania when together. They always walk away from each other with a new bruise or scrape to be found.

For those of you who don't know...Cayden is on the left and my baby is on the right. It's right funny because I have blonde hair and blue eyes and my brother has a dark complexion with hazel eyes and dark hair. When we all go out in public together, Cayden can easily pass as mine and Vitt as my brother's. I was sure my brother was adopted growing up because we're night and day. But, alas, we both look like our parents so much it's scary. I look like my mother with my Dad's fair complexion and my brother looks like my dad with my mother's dark complexion. Funny how DNA mixes up sometimes.

My heart breaks a little bit when I think of how my Grandaddy never got to see these guys. Des was pregnant with Cayden when he passed away. Don't get me wrong, he loved his granddaughters more than should be legal. I loved watching him rock them and how he would sit in his front porch swing...singing in a gravelly voice. I feel sure he knows the boys are here and is right tickled about it.

I have visions of these two being teenagers. It's kind of scary, actually. I know Vitt is two years younger, but he is a hoss and will probably not look much different from Cayden. Being night and day? Finding girls to throw lines at? ~sigh~ I feel Des and I will have a few sleepless nights in front of us. They're already partners in crime now as it is. Jumping on beds...throwing rocks (that's more Vitt's style).

I neglected to wish Cayden a Happy Birthday earlier this week. His is the day after Vitt's. How Des and I managed that is beyond me. I think it's pretty cool, though. Exactly two years apart. Vitt born on April 2 and Cayden on April 3. Hopefully, this will just one more thing to keep these guys closer as they grow up together.



Paige(the weird daughter) said...

Yes..I remember Grandaddy...vaugley, but I do... he would sit with me on the front porch swing beside him and he'd sing "Swing low sweet chariot coming o'er to carry me home. Swing low, sweet chariot come o'er to carry me home." miss him...I love my Grandaddy and can't wait till I see him in Heaven..

Anonymous said...

I know that I wasn't around for your Grandaddy, darling. But, I do love the boys (how could you not with faces like that?), and I do wish that he would have been able to be around for them. But, they do love their Papa!!!