Last night, while at the ball park, my youngest showed me he is mine. Another kid about 2 years older than him said he hated me. There was no reason for said words. Brayden quickly came to tell me what the other kid said, then told me he was going to get that kid. I tried to explain to him that it didn't matter what anyone else said; as long as he loved me that was all that mattered. Nope those were empty words with him, he took off running enlisting the help of his older brother.
As I'm running behind him, scared of what was fixin to go down I couldn't help but be proud. That kid loves me, really loves me. I finally caught him as he was throwing the first punch. That kid can run fast with those little legs. I then explained, again, all that matters is he loves me.