I take him in my arms. His seven year old body not long to outgrow my lap and this rocker. This "little" one. My last. I remember so clearly rocking his biggest brother twenty years ago and all the hours rocking the four in between....

Neverland not far awayin the minds of little boyswalking on a roofalmost like flying!My daughter captured this incredible picture of her littlest brother (in front) adventuring with friends. Check out her blog for more creative photos and posts: http://evhyland.tumblr.com/...

Twenty years old. Two weddings in a week. Faithful friend and cousin, honored to stand as witness to a monumental rite of passage into manhood. My son.Even as the grooms say "I do", my heart swells with the notion that his turn will arrive...

"Mom, you want this? You can have it!" He holds up a fluffy, blue bunch. Anything but appetizing. I hesitate. "Really, Mom, I don't mind." Sugary, sticky, half-eaten yuck. But I see the look on Sammy's face. He holds a treasure. A valuable offering of...