The boys stop at the creek and bend down to pick up rocks. We toss them in making wishes of things we would like to do or be. I stand close to Conner and listen to him quietly whisper:
"I wish to be good like Jesus."
"I wish to be good like my mom and dad."
"I wish to be nicer to my brothers."
"I wish to listen the first time."
And with each stone tossed in the water, tears begin to fall down my face. I am so honored to be the mother to three amazing boys. I wish to be as valiant, faithful, and loving as my three boys.
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