They announce their arrival with about 15 loud knocks in rapid succession.
Two little neighbor boys are standing on the doorstep,
asking if ours can play.
Soon a grand total of eight little boys are running around the house,
jumping down the stairs into our giant pouf,
catching a praying mantis outside and laughing hysterically when it nibbles their fingers,
playing baseball in the backyard,
drinking smoothies on the back deck,
running through the sprinklers,
swinging on the porch swing,
and doing all those little boy things that scream "SUMMER" to me.
I sit back and watch
and smile to myself as I see their enthusiasm for life.
It's a good time to be alive.