October 26

We spend a half an hour at swimming lessons each Wednesday evening. I deliberately show up a wee bit early to be sure I can get a parking spot, and then we go in and watch until our time rolls around. Today, I managed to snap this sweet pic of the Little Boys as they waited.

I know I've said it a thousand times before (maybe even literally one thousand times), but it always bears repeating: brotherly love is a beautiful thing. And it's especially beautiful when it's real; when they don't know that I'm taking a picture and they're just being themselves.