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of my bed.
    “Help me make the bed and then I’ll take you boys out for donuts.”
    “Yay!” Eli shouts, and I squint with the sound as if that’ll somehow help. It’s mornings like this that I wish for a way to control the volume of my children.
    I love my boys. Their enthusiasm for life has kept me positive and moving forward on days when I didn’t want to. But they’re loud and fully energetic on a Saturday morning.
    Eli tucks the sheets and lays out my blankets with amusement. It’s contagious and soon I’m smiling too as I arrange the pillows.
    “Go tell your brother to get dressed, and both brush your teeth, then we’ll go.”
    “Okay!” He races out of the room and I pull on my most worn blue jeans and a T-shirt from a charity walk I did last year, and arrange my loose hair into a bun on top of my head.
    I walk down the hall and notice their beds are unmade and someone left the light on in the bathroom. They’re sitting by the front door, tying up their laces with complete concentration.
    “Eli, Ezra, go make your beds, please, and turn the bathroom light off.”
    “Can you do it?” Eli whines and Ezra pins him with a hard glare. Elijah always pushes his luck. Ezra, being older and most definitely the wiser, knows when to do as Mom says and keep his mouth shut.
    “No, it’s your responsibility.” I say. I grab my purse and replace my id and cards from last night’s clutch.
    “But I helped you with your bed,” he whines again.
    I open my mouth to reply, but Ezra beats me to it. “Eli, let’s go make our beds. I’ll race you!” Ezra takes off down the hall and Eli follows with a grin. I chuckle to myself and pull on a hoodie from the hall closet.
    We drive to the best little donut shop in Arizona, Bosa’s . The boys peer in wonder through the glass at the wide variety of sugar and dough before they finally decide on a maple long john and a cinnamon twist. I order a large coffee and we take our feast back to the car for the short ride to our park.
    It’s close to Tate’s home, hidden within the neighborhood so it’s never too crowded. I pull out the blanket I keep in the trunk and we make a little picnic under a tree where we can see the pond and the playground.
    I listen as they chat about their week at school between big bites. Frosting and sugar cover their adorable faces. Their expressive green eyes dance with every emotion as they retell the week’s activities. I love this. In this moment I don’t need or wish for more. They are my world.
    “Mama, can I ask you a question?” Ezra pulls a dandelion and picks the seeds off one at a time. He tosses each seed into the air and watches it float through the breeze before repeating again.
    “You can always ask me anything.”
    “When do you pick the girl to marry?” He pauses in messing with the weed to pin me with imploring eyes. “Like, when do you know she’s the one ?”
    It takes everything I have to not giggle at his question. If it weren’t for that questioning gaze, so full of sincerity, I probably would. I bite my lip and consider his question. To come up with an answer that might give his little mind a truth to hold fast in his later years.
    “Well . . . that’s a very good question. You have to really get to know a person. Not rush. Take years and years to make sure their inside character matches their outside attraction. And make sure you’re at least thirty.” I wink and Ezra giggles.
    “Thirty is so old.”
    “Hey, watch it, little man,” I tease. “Why were you wondering about that, Ezra? Any cute girls at school trying to steal you away from me already?”
    His face scrunches into a grimace. “No, yuck. Girls are stupid.” He meets my gaze and amends. “Not you, Mama. I was wondering because I heard Miss Linda tell someone on the phone that Uncle Tate and Evie were getting married awfully quick.”
    “Was this when she watched you boys last week?” He nods. I keep my questions light and my voice from