Yesterday, I arrived home from work to find the Man-Cub and three of his teammates snacking on popcorn in the kitchen; the boys greeted me with hugs and hearty hellos and requests for hot snacks, to which I happily obliged.
These are the same boys for whom I used to bake cookies as after-school treats, boys who spent many nights camped out on my living room floor during weekend slumber parties, and, who were as comfortable in our home as they were in their own; I'm proud to say, they have grown into fine young men who are still happy to make themselves at home, dirty dishes left in the sink and all.
I know it won't be long before they, and the Man-Cub, are graduated and gone. I won't get the chance to listen to their boisterous chatter as they clean me out of leftovers, or opportunities to find their playfully written notes on my grocery list, requesting Pop-Tarts and Bagel Bites.
I'll miss that.
But, I'm oh-so-glad I had the chance to experience it, if even for a little while.
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