Life is good.... and when in the northwoods....one must expose their sons to the snowmobile that sat resting for at least three years in Grandpa's garage....
As a mom of two boys...with a possible third on the way...I have to find the joy in the roar of a snow mobile.
And the natural roar that escapes my oldest son's deep belly places when he sits alone on the machine.
Two years ago I probably would have been biting my nails as Uncle Mike zoomed up and down 5th Avenue with my 6 year old.
But now I feel the excitement that they feel because I know that their life is expanding and becoming fuller!
I also watched my boys jump off the deck onto a huge mound of snow that daddy and Uncle Mike made when they shoveled off Grandma's deck.